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liude and impatient, then, like Chastity, 
She locks her beauties in her bud ao-ain. 
And leaves him to base briars. 
Shakspeare, in his “ Love’s Labour Lost,” has this pretty 
and gallant speech, made by the courteous Boyet to the 
Princess and her ladies when maskins:: — 
Fair ladies masked are roses in their bud ; 
Dismasked, their damask sweet commixture shown. 
Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown. 
The beauty and perfume of the Rose are celebrated in 
those sweet sonnets of Shakspeare, so familiar to all lovers 
of true and graceful poetrv. 
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 swmet 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 wmntonly, 
\ When Summer’s breath their masked buds discloses. 
But for their virtue only is their show. 
They live unwoo’d, and unrespected fade ; 
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so. 
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : 
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth. 
When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth. 
Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, 
Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; 
They w'ere but sweet, the figures of delight. 
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. 
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