William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Fair Is the RoseAnonymous
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Sweet are the violets, yet soon grow old;
The lily’s white, yet in one day ’tis done;
White is the snow, yet melts against the sun:
So white, so sweet, was my fair mistress’ face,
Yet altered quite in one short hour’s space:
So short-lived beauty a vain gloss doth borrow,
Breathing delight to-day but none to-morrow.