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A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhymes for childrenA book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children
A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhymes for children by J.B.A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children by J.B.
London: printed for N.P., 1686
Title page typeset from the transcription.
A BOOK FOR Boys and Girls, &c. › Poem 34: XXXIIII. Of the Rose-bush.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
XXXIIII. Of the Rose-bush.
This homely Bush doth to mine eyes expose, A very fair, yea comely, ruddy, Rose. This Rose doth also bow its head to me, Saying, come, pluck me, I thy Rose will be. Yet offer I to gather Rose or Bud, Ten to one but the Bush will have my Blood. This looks like a Trepan, or a Decoy, To offer, and yet snap who would enjoy. Yea, the more eager on't, the more in danger, Be he the Master of it, or a Stranger. Bush, why dost bear a Rose? If none must have it, Why dost expose it, yet claw those that crave it? ⟨p. 45⟩Art become freakish? Dost the Wanton play, Or doth thy testy humour tend this way?
THis homely Bush doth to mine eyes expose, A very fair, yea comely, ruddy, Rose. This Rose doth also bow its head to me, Saying, come, pluck me, I thy Rose will be. Yet offer I to gather Rose or Bud, Ten to one but the Bush will have my Blood. This looks like a Trappan, or a Decoy, To offer, and yet snap who would enjoy. Yea, the more eager on't, the more in danger, Be he the Master of it, or a Stranger. Bush, why dost bear a Rose? If none must have it, Why dost expose it, yet claw those that crave it? ⟨p. 45⟩Art become freakish? Dost the Wanton play, Or doth thy testy humour tend this way?