PREFACE

Ahh howeth inst springtime the bees to wing upon the lovely roses face  sweet music doth upon the ears to fall the sight be enthralled by beauties beauty  that doth love inflame for all to beauty be enthralled it seems upon that glowing light  that Ohh All doest But esteems onst that wondrous sight of beauty inst springtime But alas all things doth change fromst spring to autumn the flowery rose doth its pink doth fade andst to go andst dew along its petals doth But seem But tears of woe for be begone that youth  before the bees eyes that what wast once  so fair so framed inst gold  where sighs didst paint vermilion the skies with loves cries But Ohh nature doth decree that all shallst fade inst to decay  andst that rose that once didst gloried inst its delight lay inst twilight forgot ignored which naught upon doest care to  fix their sight