As Gilly flowers do but stay To blow, and seed, and so away; So you sweet Lady (sweet as May) The gardens-glory liv'd a while, To lend the world your scent and smile. But when your own faire print was set Once in a Virgin Flosculet, (Sweet as your selfe, and newly blown) To give that life, resign'd your own: But so, as still the mothers power Lives in the pretty Lady-flower. |