I've seen roses damasked red and white -
None art like the delight of her cheeks;
But no such Roses;
May cure the breath this mistress reaps.
There art roses by the creek,
But none shall e'er match the sheen;
That lies upon her cheeks,
My reddened Queen.
             Alas, of all the Time; I have only thine -
             To dedicate this rhyme; my loving crime.