Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be ! Tell her, that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide...
English Poems: The Elizabethan age and the Puritan period (1550-1660) - 第322页
编者： - 1909