ROSE, Red.

(Continued.)

The brightness of her cheek would shame the stars,
As daylight doth a lamp! her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing, and think it were not night.

Shaks.

ROSE, Unique.

Rosa unica.

Call me not beautiful. Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping, die. Shaks.