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And since thou canst by more than one, 
Thou’rt worthy to be kissed by none. 
The morning Rose, that untouched stands, 
Anwed with her briars, how sweetly smells ? 
But plucked and strained thro’ ruder hands 
Her sweet no longer with her dwells. 
Her scent and beauty both are gone. 
And leaves fall from her one by one. 
Such fate, ere long will thee betide, 
When thou hast handled been awhile! 
lake sere flowers to be thrown aside. 
And I shall sigh, and some will smile 
To see thy love to every one 
Hath brought thee to be loved by none! 
The pretty single Rose, from which my illustrative drawing 
was made, was more nearly free from thorns shan any I have 
yet seen ; indeed I could not find any of the “ sharp spines’, 
on its smooth stem, but I will not olfend the manes of the 
moral and amatory Bards of old, by asserting the entire ab¬ 
sence of Beauty’s attendant evils. 
Next follows, in this our humble portrait gallery of Flora’s 
fair children, the pure Jasmine ; one among the chosen plants 
in Milton’s bower of Eden. 
_Each odorous bushy shrub 
Fenced up the verdant wall y each beauteous floMer, 
Iris all hues, Roses and Jessamin, 
Rear’d high their flourished heads between, and wrought 
Mosaic. Under foot the Violet, 
Crocus and Hyacinth, with rich inlay, 
Broider’d the ground, more coloured than with stone 
Of costliest emblem. 
