%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A pleasant posie, or sweete Nosegay of / fragrant smellyng Flowers: gathered in the Garden of heauenly pleasure, the / holy and blessed Bible. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/28/2021 37035

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S124248 1 the black Almayne Black Almain, The The Black Almaine A Stock of flowers, bedewed with showers, / In a Garden now there springs: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 6 A pleasant posie, or sweete Nosegay of / fragrant smellyng Flowers: gathered in the Garden of heauenly pleasure, the / holy and blessed Bible. A pleasant posy, or sweet Nosegay of fragrant smelling Flowers: gathered in the Garden of heavenly pleasure, the holy and blessed Bible. Printer Kichard / Johnes ?-?

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A Stock of flowers, bedewed with showers, In a Garden now there springs: With mirth and glee, upon a Tree, A Byrd there sits and sings, So pleasant is her voyce, It doth my hart rejoyce: She sets her tunes and noates so meete, That unto me it seemes so sweete: That all the Flowers that ever could be, Was never so swete as this to me, The lyke before I dyd never se. The Bible it is, that Garden iwys, Which God preserve alwayes: Lykewyse Gods worde it is that Byrde, That now so much I prayse. Also those goodly Flowers, So well bedewed with showers: I wyll now go about to gather, And put them in a Posy together: I wyll not put them in no Chest, But bynd them up as I thinke best, And kepe them alway next my brest. The fyrst I fynd, to please my mind, Abell he had to name: Enoch alwayes, is worthy of prayse, Likewyse of worthy Fame. Looke you what Moses wrytes, And in Genesis there resites: How God tooke hym the story sayth, That he should never tast of death: And also Noe that righteous man A curious worke dyd take in hand, To make the Arke we understand. Good Abraham, that faithfull man, In God dyd trust alway: He dyd not feare, nor once dispayre. His onely son to slay. Isacke was no weede, Nor Jacob in very deede: Joseph was a Flower of price, God dyd hym save from cruell device Also Moses eke we fynd, And Aaron lykewyse up we bynd, Josua is not out of mynd. The Judges also, both lesse and mo, They were of worthy Fame: To speake of all, my tyme is smal, To rehearce them all by name. The Prophet Samuell, Our God dyd love him well: David was a Flower so sweete, To make hym kyng God thought it meete
For great Golias he hath slayne, And Sallomon after him dyd raygne Which unto wysedome dyd attayne. When Achab dyd florysh, the Ravens did norish Elia a man of God, Kynge Josias, and Esdras We finde and pacient Job. They feared our God of might, And served him day and night: No joy nor payne could them procure, But alwayes by hym to endure: Esay lykewyse and Jeremy, They preached alway earnestly and dyd their duty faithfully, And Daniell, destroyed Bell, The Babilonians God: The Dragon also, he brought to wo, Without either sword or Rod. To rehearce the prophets all, By their names them for to call: Although they be of worthy Fame, It is to long them for to name: We may not Tobyas leave behynd, Yet was he almost out of mind, But few such flowers now can we fynd. Full wel we know, no flowers can blow, But boysterous stormes must fynd: For that is no Flower, that every showre, Doth drive away with wynd; For all these goodly Flowers, Had many stormy showers: Before that they could blow or bud, Or bring forth seede to doe any good: They dyd abyde both cold and blast, Yet allwayes dyd they stand stedfast, Tyll all the stormes were gone and past. Now at this time, for our gracious queene, Let us geve harty prayes: God may her defend, from enemies hand: at this time and alwayes. And send her prosperous raygne, With us for to remayne, For to defend Gods word so pure, And ever with it for to endure: That she may be to us a bower, To kepe us alway when it doth showre, I pray God save that Princly flower.
FINIS. John Symon. Imprinted at London, by Richard Johnes: dwellyng in the upper end of Fleetlane. 1572.