TO MISTRESS ISABEL PENNELL 



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Y Saint Mary, my lady. 

 Your mammy and your daddy 

 Brought forth a goodly baby. 



My maiden Isabel, 

 Reflaring rosabel. 

 The flagrant camomel. 



The ruddy rosary. 



The sovereign rosemary. 



The pretty strawberry. 



The columbine, the nepte, 

 The gillyflower well set. 

 The proper violet, 



Ennewed your colour 

 Is like the daisy flower 

 After the April shower. 



Star of the morrow gray. 

 The blossom on the spray. 

 The freshest flower of May, 



Maidenly demure. 



Of womanhood the lure ; 



Wherefore I make you sure. 



It were an heavenly health, 

 It were an endless wealth, 

 A life for God himself, 

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