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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
For nothing this wide universe I call, 
Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all. 
S. cix. 
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 
Within his bending sickle’s compass come. 
S. cxvi. 
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, 
But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; 
And in some perfumes is there more delight 
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. 
S. cxxx. 
A LOVER’S COMPLAINT. 
When thou impressest, what are precepts worth 
Of stale example ? When thou wilt inflame, 
How coldly those impediments stand forth 
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame ! 
Love’s arms are peace, ’gainst rule, ’gainst sense, ’gainst 
shame, 
And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears, 
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears. 
L. 267. 
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM. 
Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers 
bow’d. 
L. 60. 
When Cytherea, all in love forlorn, 
A longing tarriance for Adonis made 
Under an osier growing by a brook. 
A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her. 
L. 73. 
L. 89. 
Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck’d, soon vaded, 
Pluck’d in the bud, and vaded in the spring! 
L. 131. 
Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her 
Under a myrtle shade. 
L. 143. 
