To Roses in the Bosome of Castara
William Habington
1605 to 1654
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Transplanted thus how bright yee grow,
In the chaste Nunn'ry of her brests,
Your glorious sepulcher shall be.
Are sweeter then i' th' open field.
From the rude blasts of wanton breath,
Each houre more innocent and pure,
For hee'd prophane so chaste a faire,
Whose brest hath marble beene to me.
Yee blushing Virgins happie are
Who ere should call them Cupids nests.
Then that which living gave you roome,
In some close garden, Cowslips so
How rich a perfume doe yee yeeld?
There wants no marble for a tombe,
Till you shall wither into death.
In those white Cloysters live secure
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