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British Library - Roxburghe
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A posie of rare Flowers,
Gathered by a Young-man for his Mistresse.
To a delectable new tune.

THe Summers Sunne ore-heating,
Within an harbour sitting,
under a marble shade,
For my true Love the fairest,
And of flowers the rarest,
a Posie thus I made.

The first and last for trusting,
Is called everlasting,
I pulled from the Bay,
The blue and crimson Columbine,
The Dasie and the Woodbine,
and eke the blooming May.

The sweetest flowers for posies,
Pinkes, Giliflowers and Roses,
I gathered in their prime:
The flowers of Musk-millions,
Come blow me downe sweet-williams,
with Rosemary and Time.

The Larks-heele and the Lilly,
The Flag and Daffadilly,
the Wall-flower sweet of smell:
The Maidenblush and Cowslip,
The Peagle and the Tulip,
that doth so sweet excell.

The Violet and Grediline,
The odoriferous Eglantine,
with Thrift and Honesty,
The Muskerose sweet and dainty,
With other flowers plenty,
Oxlops and Piony.

The Giliflowers variety,
Of every colour severally,
the Lady smock and Pancy,
The Batchelors button faire and fine,
The Primerose and the Sops-in-wine,
with them the Maidens fancy.

The time-observing Marigold,
Most faire and lovely to behold,
I pluckt among the rest,
The white and red Carnation,
The senses recreation,
with other flowers the best.

The flowers fit for smelling,
Whose sweet is far excelling
all the perfumes of art,
I pulled up each severall,
And made a Posie there withall,
to beare to my Sweet-heart.

The second part, To the same tune.

SWeet Basill and sweet Margerum,
The Cowslip of Jerusalem,
the Crow-foot and Sea-flower,
The Start-up and kisse me,
A flower that shall not misse me,
in my true Lovers bower.

The Lady of Essex faire,
A flower passing sweet and rare,
I in the middest did place,
Because my Love is fairest,
And of all maids the rarest,
in body and in face.

These flowers being culled,
And their branches pulled,
did yeeld a fragrant scent:
Observing their fit places,
I bound them in bride-laces,
and to my Love I went:

In hope she would receive them,
To thend that I might give them,
as pledges of my love,
To her whose radiant beauty,
Did bind me to this duty,
hoping sheel ner remove.

Her permanent affection,
To me, who by election
am hers while life doth last,
These flowers did resemble
My thoughts which nere dissemble,
but hold both smell and taste.

When I had made this Nose-gay,
With joyful heart I tooke my way,
to find out my true Love:
Who for my absence mourned,
Untill that I returned,
as doth the Turtle Dove.

At last I found her sporting,
With other Maids consorting,
close by a River side:
My Posie not refused,
When she the same perused,
upon her arme she tide.

(Quoth she) although these flowers,
Will wither in few houres,
yet take my word, Sweet heart,
My love to thee shall nere decay,
Til death doth take my life away,
from thee Ile nere depart.

The like to her I vowed,
And whilst the time allowed,
about such things we talked,
At length because it waxed late,
We for that time did leave our prate,
and from each other walked.

When with a mild behaviour,
She thanks me for my favour,
and wore it for my sake,
With enterchanging kisses,
The rest remaines in wishes,
unwilling leave we take.

Printed at London for H.G.

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