LXVII. Ah, wherefore with infection should he live Why should false painting imitate his cheek, Roses of shadow, since his rose is true? And, proud of many, lives upon his gains. O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had LXVIII. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, Or durft inhabit on a living brow; The right of fepulchres, were fhorn away, Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay: And him as for a map doth Nature store, |