Upon Roses

Under a lawn, than skies more clear,

Some ruffled Roses nestling were,

And snugging there, they seem'd to lie

As in a flowery nunnery;

They blush'd, and look'd more fresh than flowers

Quickened of late by pearly showers;

And all, because they were possest

But of the heat of Julia's breast,

Which, as a warm and moisten'd spring,

Gave them their ever-flourishing.