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Maurice Greene
(1696 - 1755)
Go rose, my Chloe's bosom grace
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Probably performed at the London pleasure gardens; published in "Clio and Euterpe, or British Harmony", London 1762.
Lyrics: John Gay
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 with'ring head reclined
With envy and despair.
One common fate we both must prove:
You die with envy, I with love.
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 with'ring head reclined
With envy and despair.
One common fate we both must prove:
You die with envy, I with love.