FATE OF THE ROSE.

Aurore soboles Auræ pulcherrima rore, &c.

Emanuel Thesaurus, p. 45,

THE loveliest offspring of the morn,
The Rose, on dew-drops fed,
Decays almost as soon as born,

When dew and morn are fled,

But leaves the long-surviving thorn,
Her cruel heir when dead.

Can this be Nature's law? To save

The spiteful briar, and doom Untimely to a joyless grave

The merry rose's bloom?

The nuisance still the world to brave, The charm to court the tomb?

Oh, yes the Rose is Beauty's flower, And like all flowers of Love,

What tortures, hath the longest power, The human heart to prove;

What pleases, pleases but an hour,

And then is called above.

THE SAME SUBJECT.

THE peerless Rose embathed in orient dew,
Daughter of Morn, like her soon bids adieu
To sweet existence; but the cruel thorn,
To longer life and happier fortune born,
Survives, the fragile flowret's laughing heir!
And is it thus, oh Nature? Canst thou spare
The injurious thorn, yet seal with instant doom
The smiling Rose's ineffectual bloom?---
The Rose, the lovely Rose, is Cypria's flower;
And like all plants whose beauty decks her bower,
The pain for aye endures; the joy, a transient hour.

INSCRIPTION

ON ARIOSTO'S INK-STAND OF BRONZE, SURMOUNTED BY A FIGURE OF CUPID, HIS FINGER ON HIS LIPS.

Non sum nudus Amor, &c.

Nor naked Love, but Love's preceptor see,
Wouldst thou in love be blest?—as silent be.

LOVE'S OBEDIENCE.

Odero si potero; si non, invitus amabo.

You bid me, Julia, cease to love,
You bid me break my cruel chain:
You may as well command the dove-
The widowed dove-to wed again.
Yet would I fain obey you still,

And, if I can, sweet girl! I'll hate you; If not-though sore against my will,

By Heaven! I'll do my best to mate you.