See, Mignonne, hath not the rose
That this morning did unclose
Her purple mantle to the light,
Lost, before the day be dead,
The glory of her raiment red,
Her colour, bright as yours is bright?


Odes, à Cassandre (1555) bk. 1, no. 17 (translated by Andrew Lang)


See, Mignonne, hath not the rose That this morning did unclose Her purple mantle to the light, Lost, before the day be dead, The glory of her raiment ...

See, Mignonne, hath not the rose That this morning did unclose Her purple mantle to the light, Lost, before the day be dead, The glory of her raiment ...

See, Mignonne, hath not the rose That this morning did unclose Her purple mantle to the light, Lost, before the day be dead, The glory of her raiment ...

See, Mignonne, hath not the rose That this morning did unclose Her purple mantle to the light, Lost, before the day be dead, The glory of her raiment ...