Can anyone tell me where these 2 lines are from ?
A smaller part of time they share,
That are so wondr'ous sweet and rare.
It appears to be a slightly misremembered quote from Edmund Waller's 'Song':
Go, lovely rose-
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.
Then die!-that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Hi Ian. Thank-you so much for the information. I have had those 2 lines for many years and wondered where they came from. I am now able to look up Edmund Waller on the net . Cheers!!