Where rival flowers in union meet,
Oft as she kiss’d the gift of love,
Her breath gave sweetness to the sweet.
A bee beneath a damask rose
Had crept, the liquid dew to sip,
But lesser sweets the thief foregoes,
And fixes on Louisa’s lip.
Then tasting all the bloom of spring,
Waked by the ripening breath of May,
Th’ ungrateful spoiler left his sting,