Go, lovely rose! br Tell her that wastes her time and me br That now she knows, br When I resemble her to thee, br How sweet and fair she seems to be. br br Tell her that's young, br And shuns to have her graces spied, br That hadst thou sprung br In deserts, where no men abide, br Thou must have uncommended died. br br Small is the worth br Of beauty from the light retired; br Bid her come forth, br Suffer herself to be desired, br And not blush so to be admired.