42. Song
—— E. Waller
Go, lovely Ro—
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I remble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she ems to be.
Tell her that’s young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
Is where no men abide,
Thou must have unended died.
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:
Bid her e forth,
Suffer herlf to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.
Thehat she
The on fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!