It decrease on a small west rose, Ahead of whole milk-white, now red with love’s wound, And you can maidens call-it Love-in-idleness
It decrease on a small west rose, Ahead of whole milk-white, now red with love’s wound, And you can maidens call-it Love-in-idleness They are the forgeries out of envy; And never, as the middle summer’s springtime, Fulfilled i toward hill, into the dale, forest, otherwise mead, By flat water feature,…