POETEY OF FLOWERS. 
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Accept this, then, as time doth serve; 
Be thankful for the same; 
Despise it not, but keep it well. 
And marke with flowers his name, 
Lavander is for lovers true. 
Which evermore be faine; 
Desiring alwa5’s for to have 
Some pleasure for their paine: 
And when that they obtained have 
The love that they require. 
Then have they all their perfect joio. 
And quenched is the fire. 
Rosemarie is for remembrance 
Between us day and night. 
Wishing that I might always havo 
You present in my sight; 
And when I cannot have, 
(As I have said before,) 
Then Cupid, with his deadly dart, 
Doth wound my heart full sore. 
Sage is for sustenance. 
That should man’s life sustaino ; 
For I do still lie languishing 
Continually in paine; 
And shall do still, until I die, 
Except thou favour show; 
My paine, and all my grievious smart, 
Full well you do it know. 
