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THE NIGHTSHADE. 
ILLUSTRATION OF THE SENTIMENT. 
Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem 
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! 
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem. 
For that sweet odour which doth in it live. 
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye 
As the perfumed tincture of the roses, 
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly, 
When summer’s breath their masked buds discloses. 
But for their virtue only is then’ show, 
They live unwoo’d, and unrespected fade; 
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; 
Of them sweet deaths are sweetest odours made ; 
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth. 
When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.- 
SlIAKSPEAKE. 
