MELEAGER.
Book V., Epigram 143.
On Heliodora's head the loveliest wreath
Pales by the beauties that are seen beneath.
Book V., Epigram 144.
Now the white violet once more is here
And the narcissus, lover of the rain;
And lilies on the hills are come again.
But there's a flower of flowers to lovers dear,
More fragrant than them all, for like a rose
Her opening charms doth Zenophil disclose.
In vain, O fields! your beauties you display,
All your gay smiling flowers you show in vain.
Who once that lovely child meets by the way
Nor heeds nor sees your wreathed charms again.
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