As you maye see upon the stem in Maye The younglynge rose's lovely bud new-burst Make heaven jealous of its hue when firstDawn sprinkles dew upon the new-born daye:Grace and sweet love within its leaves alwaye Make gardens redolent, till it doth thirst Too ardent for the rayne, and soon immerstDies, leaf by leaf, upon the witherynge spraye.
'Twas thus that thou, in thy first youthfulnesse,When earth and heaven did thy beauty blesse, Wast slayne by Fate and lower'd to thy tomb.Take thou my sighes and teares for offerynge,This bowle of milke, this basket full of sprynge, That, live or dead, thy body rose-like bloom.
