Jeliflowers is for gentleness, Which in me shall remaine, Hoping that no sedition shall Depart our hearts in twaine. As soone the sunne shall lose his course, Shall have no light, if that I do Carnations is for graciousnesse; Nor passe not what they say: In any case, do you consent Marigolds is for marriage, That would our minds suffise, That all the women in the world Pennyroyal is to print your love So deep within my heart, That when you look this nosegay on, And when that you have read the same, Think ye, then, how to recompence Cowslips is for counsell, For secrets us between, That none but you and I alone I pray you, keep this nosegay well, (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 ground he takes his rest. A NEW COURTLY SONET, OF THE LADY GREENSLEEVES, TO THE NEW TUNE OF GREENSLEEVES." (Chorus, repeated at the conclusion of each stanza.) Greensleeves was all my joy, ALAS! my love, ye do me wrong, I have been ready at your hand, Your love and good-will for to have. I bought thee kerchers to thy head, I kept thee both at board and bed, Which cost my purse well-favour'dly. I bought thee petticoats of the best, Thy smock of silk, both fair and white, Thy petticoat of sendall * right; And this I bought thee gladly. Thy girdle of the gold so red, With pearls bedecked sumptuously, The like no other lasses had : And yet thou wouldst not love me! Thy purse, and eke thy gay gilt knives, No better wore the burgess' wives : Thy crimson stockings, all of silk, With gold all wrought above the knee; Thy pumps, as white as was the milk: And yet thou wouldst not love me! Thy gown was of the grassy green, A kind of thin silk. 57 57 HANDEFULL OF PLEASANT DELITES. Thy garters, fringed with the gold, And yet thou wouldst not love me! My gayest gelding I thee gave, And yet thou wouldst not love me! My men were clothed all in green, And yet thou wouldst not love me! They set thee up, they took thee down, Thy foot might not once touch the ground: For every morning, when thou rose, To cheer thy stomach from all woes : Thou couldst desire no earthly thing, * Aiglets; aiguillette, a lace with tags. |