My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.


Robert Southwell (ed. 1906)


My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.

My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.

My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.

My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.