Maurice Greene (1696-1755)
Go, rose, my Chloe's bosom grace
Text by John Gay (1685-1732), from Fable XLV: The Poet and the Rose.
Go, Rose, my Chloe's bosom grace;
How happy should I prove,
Might I supply that envied place
With never-fading love!
There, Phoenix-like, beneath her eye,
Involved in fragrance, burn and die!
Know, hapless flower, that thou shalt find
More fragrant roses there;
I see thy withering head reclined
With envy and despair!
One common fate we both must prove;
You die with envy, I with love.