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POETEY OF FLOWEES. 
Fennel is for flatterers, 
An evil thing ’tis sure : 
But I have alwaies meant truly, 
With constant heart most pure ; 
And will continue in the same, 
As long as life doth last; 
Still hoping for a joyful day 
When all our paines be past. 
Violet is for faithfulnesse, 
Which in me shall abide ; 
Hoping, likewise, that from your heart 
You will not let it slide : 
And will continue in the same. 
As you have now begunne ; 
And there for ever to abide, 
When you my heart have wonne. 
Time is to try me, 
As each be tried must; 
Trusting, you know, while life doth last, 
I will not be unjust; 
And if I should, I would to God 
To hell my soule should beare, 
And eke, also, that Belzebub 
With teeth he should me teare. 
Roses is to rule me. 
With reason, as you will, 
For to be still obedient 
Your mind for to fulfil; 
