Rose
I.
Though marble porphyry, and mourning touch,
May praise these spoiles, yet can they not too much;
For beauty last, and * * * this stone doth close,
Once earth's delight, heaven's care, a purest Rose.
And, reader, shouldst thou but let fall a teare
Upon it, other flow'rs shall here appeare,
Sad violets and hyacinths, which grow
With markes of griefe, a publike losse to show.
II.
Relenting eye, which daignest to this stone
To lend a look, behold here he laid one,
Though marble porphyry, and mourning touch,
May praise these spoiles, yet can they not too much;
For beauty last, and * * * this stone doth close,
Once earth's delight, heaven's care, a purest Rose.
And, reader, shouldst thou but let fall a teare
Upon it, other flow'rs shall here appeare,
Sad violets and hyacinths, which grow
With markes of griefe, a publike losse to show.
II.
Relenting eye, which daignest to this stone
To lend a look, behold here he laid one,
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