SIC LABITUR .ETAS 



But as he that passeth by 

 Where, in all her jollity, 

 Flora's riches in a row 

 Do in seemly order grow, 

 And a thousand flowers stand 

 Bending as to kiss his hand ; 

 Out of which delightful store 

 One he may take and no more; 

 Long he pauseth doubting whether 

 Of those fair ones he should gather. 



First the Primrose courts his eyes, 

 Then a Cowslip he espies; 

 Next the Pansy seems to woo him, 

 Then Carnations bow unto him; 

 Which whilst that enamoured swain 

 From the stock intends to strain 

 (As half- fearing to be seen), 

 Prettily her leaves between 

 Peeps the Violet, pale to see 

 That her virtues slighted be; 

 Which so much his liking wins, 

 That to seize her he begins. 



Yet before he stooped so low 

 He his wanton eye did throw 



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