Forgive me rose, I love the peony And iris held in my beloved's hands And I have other paramours as well, Not kin to thee but of the heat-filled lands.
Excuse me rose, I seem impertinent To dare comparison with your perfume But in my heart I hold the jasmine fair And breathed the scented lily in full bloom.
But you are perfect rose, divine in hues Whose royal fragrances with gods can vie, I cannot pass without due compliment And hold you now, queen of earth and sky.
Poems Undated (1727)
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