
Y FLOWERS. 
the friend, 
Vho, w nat 
el balm o ith ul love Siar nd 
And, true and constant to the end, 
May die, but alc s not. 
THE HALF- BLOWN 
BY DANIEL. 
Loox, now, now we esteem the half-blown rose. 
my 
The image of thy blush and summer’s honour; 
Whilst yet her tender bud doth undisclose 
That full ES beauty time bestows upon her, 
No sooner spre er glories to the air, 
But Baaiant ; wide-blown pomp comes to 
eee ; 
Swift, speedy time, fe 
Dissolves the beauty of the 
J Be do not thou such treasure waste in vain, 
ut love now whilst thou mayst be loved again, 
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