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A SIMILE.
From GUARINI.
As the Fair, Tender, Budding ROSE,
Which in some Curious Garden grows;
Whilst Sable Night involves the Sky,
Close in her Mother Stalk does lye:
But when those Shades are drove away
By the more Chearful Dawn of Day,
She blows apace; Those Sweets reveals,
From whence the Bee his Nectar steals.
At last, when Phœbus mounts the Skies,
And views her with a Lover's Eyes,
All her whole Bosom is o'respread
With an Inimitable Red:
But then, if on her Stalk She grows,
'Till the GOD half his Journey goes;
Before his Race is fully run,
Her Blushing Pride, and Glory's gone.
A Pale, and Life-less Form She wears,
And nothing like Herself appears.
Which in some Curious Garden grows;
Whilst Sable Night involves the Sky,
Close in her Mother Stalk does lye:
But when those Shades are drove away
By the more Chearful Dawn of Day,
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From whence the Bee his Nectar steals.
At last, when Phœbus mounts the Skies,
And views her with a Lover's Eyes,
All her whole Bosom is o'respread
With an Inimitable Red:
But then, if on her Stalk She grows,
'Till the GOD half his Journey goes;
Before his Race is fully run,
Her Blushing Pride, and Glory's gone.
A Pale, and Life-less Form She wears,
And nothing like Herself appears.
So a Young Virgin lives secure,
Whilst in her Guardian Mother's Pow'r.
No Danger of Delusion runs,
Whilst She all Others Converse shuns:
But if a Lover haply spies
The Killing Lustre of her Eyes,
And finds a Lucky Hour alone,
To make his Ardent Passion known.
Soon does Her Heart incline to prove
The Joys of Hymeneal Love.
But if thro' Modesty, or Fear,
She durst not Her Chast Wish declare;
Love's Scorching Fires within Her burn,
And All Her Charms to Paleness turn.
In Floods of Tears She wasts Her Eyes,
A VIRGIN lives, a VIRGIN dies.
Whilst in her Guardian Mother's Pow'r.
No Danger of Delusion runs,
Whilst She all Others Converse shuns:
But if a Lover haply spies
The Killing Lustre of her Eyes,
And finds a Lucky Hour alone,
To make his Ardent Passion known.
Soon does Her Heart incline to prove
The Joys of Hymeneal Love.
But if thro' Modesty, or Fear,
She durst not Her Chast Wish declare;
Love's Scorching Fires within Her burn,
And All Her Charms to Paleness turn.
In Floods of Tears She wasts Her Eyes,
A VIRGIN lives, a VIRGIN dies.
| Love triumphant | |