How chance the Roses there do fade so fast?

_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act i, sc. 1 (128).

(24) _Titania._

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson Rose.

_Ibid._, act ii, sc. 1 (107).

(25) _Thisbe._

Of colour like the red Rose on triumphant Brier.

_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 1 (95).

(26) _Biron._

Why should I joy in any abortive mirth?
At Christmas I no more desire a Rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth,
But like of each thing that in season grows.[245:1]

_Love's Labour's Lost_, act i, sc. 1 (105).

(27) _King_ (reads).

So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the Rose.

_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 3 (26).

(28) _Boyet._

Blow like sweet Roses in this summer air.

_Princess._

How blow? how blow? Speak to be understood.

_Boyet._

Fair ladies mask'd are Roses in their bud;
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels veiling clouds, or Roses blown.

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 2 (293).

(29) _Touchstone._

He that sweetest Rose will find,
Must find Love's prick and Rosalind.

_As You Like It_, act iii, sc. 2 (117).

(30) _Countess._

This Thorn
Doth to our Rose of youth rightly belong.

_All's Well that Ends Well_, act i, sc. 3 (135).

(31) _Bastard._

My face so thin,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a Rose.

_King John_, act i, sc. 1 (141).

(32) _Antony._

Tell him he wears the Rose
Of youth upon him.

_Antony and Cleopatra_, act iii, sc. 13 (20).

(33) _Cleopatra._

Against the blown Rose may they stop their nose
That kneel'd unto the buds.

_Ibid._ (39).

(34) _Boult._

For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a Rose;
and she were a Rose indeed!

_Pericles_, act iv, sc. 6 (37).

(35) _Gower._

Even her art sisters the na