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FLOWERS. 
Tell her that’s young, 
And shuns to have her graces spied, . 
That, hadst thou sprung ) 
In deserts where no men abide, : 
Thou must have uncommended died, 

Small is the worth 
|, Of beauty from the light retired ; | 
Bid her come forth, 
a Suffer herself to be desired, 
ie And not blush so to be admired. 
Then, die; that she 
| The common fate of all things rare 
May read in thee ; 
He || How small a part of time they share, ; 
| . That are’so wondrous sweet and fair 
| 
7 
THE POSIE. 
©, Luve will venture in, where itdaurnaweel be 
Bt seen ; . 
O, Luve will venture in, where Wisdom ance has 
been 3 
But I will down yon river rove, amang the woods 
sae green, 
And a’ to pu’ a posie to my ain dear May. 

