...might I of Jtve's Neffar fip, I would nor change for thine. 1 fent thee, lare, a rofie Wreath, Nor fo much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon did'ft only breathe, And fent'ft it back to me : Since when it grows, and fmells, I fweat, Not of it...

...might I of Jive's Nectar lip, I would not change for thine. I fent thee, late, a rofie Wreath, Not fo much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon did'ft only breathe, And fent'ft it back to me : Since when it grows, and fmells, I fwear, Not of it...

...might I of Jove's neftar fup, I would not change for thine. I fent thee late a rofy wreath, Not fo much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didft only breathe, And fent'ft it back to me; Since when it grows and fmells, I fwear, Not of itfelf,...

...might I of Jove's ne&ar fup, I would not change for thine. 1 frnt thee late a rofy wreath, f Not fo much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereou didd only breathe, And fcnt'd it back to me : Since when it grows, and fmells, I fwear, Not...

...the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, 1 would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much...grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. THE SWEET NEGLECT. STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be...

...ask a drink divine, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee Fate a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving...grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. SONG. [From " The Silent Woman."] Still to be ppwder'd, still perfum'd : Lady, it is to be presum'd,...

...thee, thirst, and taking hold of the cup, do not indeed apply that to my lips for drink, but thee.' I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, .' As giving it a hope that there It might not withered be. PHIL. Letter XXX. ffoi ftf avov fiiSiiv, u ffi np.£t (juu rare pJvyoff ) «XX'...

...giving it a hope that there It would not withcr'd be : But thou thereon didst only breathe, AnoTsent it back to me ; Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. THE STORM. SOULDING, LONDON. AKUX. Sung by Mr Indedon. CEASE, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer; List,...

...thirst, and taking hold of the cup, do not indeed apply that to my lips for drink, but thee.' III. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It might not withered be. PHIL. Letter XXX. ' niiropQa. mi ftQaaor ^oSaiy, u ffs Ti//.a;» (xai TBTO if...

...taking hold of the cup, do not indeed apply that to my lips for drink, but thee.' III. I sent fliee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It might not withered be. PHIL. Letter XXX. ffot fvtpatvov pooaiv- a &E Tip.uv (xou THTB AA' au' rois...