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The beautiful Rose Tree enclosed.

With Awe and Pleasure we behold thy Sweets,
Thy lovely Roses have their pointed Guards,
Yet tho the Gath'rer Opposition meets,
The fragrant Purchase all his Pain rewards.
But hedg'd about and watch'd with warry Eyes,
O Plant superior, beautiful and fair,
We view thee like yon Stars which gem the Skies,
But equally to gain we must despair.
Ah! wert thou growing on some secret Plain,
And found by me, how ravisht would I meet
All thy transporting Charms to ease my Pain,
And feast my raptur'd Soul on all that's sweet.
Thus sung poor Symon: Symon was in love,
His too aspiring Passion made him smart;
The Rose Tree was a Mistress far above
The Shepherd's Hope, which broke his tender Heart.