Those that have you, possesse a pleasing Rose ,
Having innated sweets which you disclose:
O yeelding a refreshment to those men,
Much of your sweetnesse who doe entertaine:
Ah then sweet Rose I must indeed confesse,
Surely who hath thee, hath not any lesse.

So you send forth an odoriferous sent,
On whom your pleasing savour most is lent.
Moist Rose you are, and he that hath you most ,
Exceedingly may of a sweete Rose boast.
Render forth sweetnesse still, and so resent,
Shaw you your selfe, great Charles may not repent
Emplanted in his Garden that you be,
This rosie Viscount made of high degree.