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A Nosegaie alwaies sweet, for Lovers to send for Tokens of Love, at Newyeres Tide, or for fainings as they in their minds shall be disposed to write."
Reprinted from a very rare volume entitled a “ Handefull
of pleasant Delites,” by Clement Robinson and divers
others; printed by Richard Ihones, 1584, 12mo. The following Ballad is well entitled to a place in this
Collection from its own merits; but acquires additional interest f om the allusion made to it by the frantic Ophelia, when strewing the towers in her phrensy, “ There's rosemary, that's for remembrance, &c Vide Hamlet, Act IV. Scene 5.
A NOSEGAY lacking flowers fresh,
To you now do I send,
When that you may intend :
For flowers fresh begin to fade,
And Boreas in the field,
No better flowers doth yield.
But if that winter could have sprung,
A sweeter flower than this, I would have sent it presently
To you withouten miss : Accept this then as time doth serve,
Be thankful for the same, Despise it not but keep it well,
And mark each flower his name.
Lavender is for Lovers true,
Which evermore be fain: Desiring always for to have
Some pleasure for their pain : And when that they obtained have,
The love that they require, Then have they all their perfect joy,
And quenched is the fire.
Rosemary is for Remembrance,
Between us day and night, Wishing that I might always have
You present in my sight.
And when I cannot have,
As I have said before,
heart full sore.
Sage is for Sustenance,
That should man's life sustain,
Continually in pain,
Except thou favour shew,
Full well you do it know.
Fennel is for Flatterers,
An evil thing it's sure,
With constant heart most pure :
As long as life doth last, Still hoping for a joyful day
When all our pains be past.
Violet is for Faithfulness,
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 begun, And then for ever to abide,
Then you my heart have won.
Thyme is to try me,
As each be tried must;
I will not be unjust :
To hell my soul should bear,
With teeth he should me tear.
Roses are to rule me,
With reason as you will, For to be still obedient,
Your mind for to fulfill :
In nothing that you say,
In all things that I may.
Gillyflowers is for Gentleness,
Which in me shall remain, Hoping that no sedition shall
Depart our heart in twain :
As soon the sun shall loose his course,
The moon against her kind,
Once put you from my mind.
Carnations are for Gratiousness,
Mark that now by the way,
not what they say,
Your ears for to fulfill :
Nothing unto their will.
Marigold is for Marriage,
That would our minds suffice,
By any means should rise :
Myself I will still use,
I will refuse.
Pennyroyal is to print your Love,
So deep within my heart,
My pain you may impart,