A song by Edmund Waller, set by Henry Lawes
Go,
lovely Rose!
Tell her, that wastes her time and
me,
That
now she knows
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to
be.
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,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush to be so admired.
Then
die! that she
The common fate of all things rare
May
read in thee:
How small a part of time they
share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
—oOo—
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