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Pennyroyal is to print your love 
So deep within my heart, 
That when you look this nosegay on, 
My pain you may impart: 
And when that you have read the same, | 
Consider well my wo; | 
Think ye, then, how to recompencs 
Even him that loves you so. 
Cowslips is for counsel, 
For secrets us between, 
That none but you and I alone, 
Should know the thing we means? 
And if you will thus wisely do, 
As I think to be the best, 
Then have you surely wonne the field, 
And set my heart at rest. 
sg—- 
I pray you, keep this nosegay well, | 
And set by it some store: | 
(And thus, farewell! the gods thee guide 
Both now and evermore!) 
Not as the common sort do use, 
To set it in your breast; 
That, when the smell is gone away, 
On the ground he takes his rest. 

