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From Tasso's Jerusalem. lib. 16.
STA. 14.
See how on yonder BushThe Virgin Rose
Breaks from her Verdure with a Blush,
And does but half her Charms disclose,
Which less disclos'd, the brighter still appear;
See how grown bolder she displays
Her Bosom bare, see how she then decays;
No more that Flow'r remains,
That Flow'r no more which thousand Nymphs and Swains
Long'd in their Wreaths to wear.
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15.
Thus with the DayThe Bud and Blossom of our mortal Life
Passeth away,
And no glad Spring returns to chear
Our drooping Year.
Come then with eager Strife
Gather your Roses this fair Morn,
The Evening soon your Day shuts in,
Gather your Roses and your Heads adorn,
Whilst you can love and be belov'd again.
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