May read in thee:
How small a part of time they share,
That are so wondrous sweet and fair! 20
Edmund Waller.
LXIX
THE ROSES PRIDE.
Thou blushing rose, within whose virgin leaves
The wanton wind to sport himself presumes,
Whilst from their rifled wardrobe he receives
For his wings purple, for his breath perfumes!
Blown in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon; 5