University of Virginia Library


227

FABLE XXIV. The Poet and the Rose.

A Poet once, well pleas'd, survey'd
A beauteous Rose, and sighing said;
To Chloe's whiter Breast repair,
Thou'lt find more fragrant Odours there;
Her Charms will thine, fair Flow'r, outvie,
And thoul't with Envy gaze and die.
A Sister Rose soon Silence broke,
And frowning, thus the Bard bespoke.
Tho' Chloe when you sigh looks gay,
And throws you like a Weed away,
Why must we languish and decay?
“With Justice we the Man despise,
“Who by another's Fall would rise.