Poem.
’Tis is a sweet flower, the late, late rose,
That decks the sallow autumn;
And those, the dearest beams of joy,
That burst when least we sought ’em.
Queen of Bohemia—Sir H. Wootton
On Lady Elizabeth, Queen of Bohemia.[10]
By Sir Henry Wootton.
You meaner beauties of the night
That weaklie satisfie our eies,