THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 74

Go, rose, my Chloe's bosom grace, My Chloe's bosom grace: How happy should I prove, How happy should I prove, Might I supply that envy'd place With never fading love, With never fading love, There, phoenix like, beneath her eye, Involv'd in fragrance, burn and die. Know, hapless flow'r, that thou shalt find More fragrant roses there, More fragrant roses there; I see thy with'ring head reclin'd With envy and despair, With envy and despair: One common fate we both must prove, You die with envy, I with love, You die, &c.