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...not felt the truth of Ben Jonson's beautiful conceit of— " I sent thee late a rosie wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd bee. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to mee : Since when it growes,...

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...might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself,...

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...might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be : But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when, it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself,...

...Love's nectar sup I would not change for wine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. J • But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it hack to me. Since when it grows and smells,...