Loves Garland/Loves Garland
LOVES
GARLAND:
OR,
Posies for Rings, Hand-kerchers,
& Gloves: And such pretty Tokens
that Lovers send their Loves
Loves Garland.
1
The posie of a Hankercher from a young man to his Love.
LOve is a chain,
whose linkes of gold
Two hearts within
one bosom hold.
2
Another singifying the mutual love that should be between man and wife.
In love this good
doth still remain:
Though both do give
yet both doth gain.
3
Another from a doubtfull Lover.
By Cupids bow, my weal or woe.
4
I love thy Beauty,
Vertue most,
For vertue’s found
when beautie’s lost.
5
A posie of a Ring from a crost Lover.
No hap so hard,
As love debard.
6
Another.
A happy brest,
Where love doth rest.
7
All perfect love,
Is from above.
The sight of this
Deserves a kisse.
8
A young man to his Love wrought in a Scarff,
A constant heart
within a womans brest
Is Ophire gold
within an Ivory chest.
9
Her kind answer.
Of such a treasure then
art thou possest,
For thou hast such a heart
in such a brest.
10
The posie of a Ring.
To me till death,
As dear as breath.
11
Another.
In thee a flame,
In me the same.
12
Where once I choose,
I ne’re refuse.
13
Another.
No crosse so strange,
My love to change,
14
The posie of a Hankercher from a young man to his Love.
Pray take me kindly Mistress,
kisse me too:
My Master sweares
hele do as much for you.
15
A passionate Lovers posie.
Till that from thee,
I hope to gain:
All sweet is sowre,
all pleasure pain.
16
Another of the same cut.
Thy love my light,
Disdain my night.
17
Another.
Tell my Mistresse
that a Lover
True as Love it selfe,
doth love her.
18
Another where the Lover doth protest and request.
Hand, heart and all I have, is
thine:
Hand, heart, and all thou hast, be
mine.
19
Another.
20
The posie of a young man to his Love, shewing the simplicity and truth of Love.
Two hands, two feet,
Two eares, two eyes;
One tongue, one heart,
Where true love lies.
21
Another from a Lover, far from his Love.
Though from mine eye,
yet from my heart
No distance ere
can make thee part.
22
Another of the same mark.
Though absence be annoy
To me ’tis a double joy.
23
A posie in a Ring.
Be true to me, as I to thee.
24
Another.
God above increase our love.
Another.
26
Another.
Nere joy the heart,
That seeks to part.
27
Another sent with a pair of Bracelets.
Fair as Venus, as Diana
Chast and pure is my Susana.
28
The posie of a young man to his Love, shewing her what a woman should be. Tell him that
If woman should to man be wo,
She should not be what God did
make her,
That was to be a helper, so
God then did give
man now doth take her.
29
The posie of a Maid cast off, expressing how light she takes it.
Tell him that had my heart in chace,
And now at other games doth flye,
Green sicknesse nere shall spoil my
face
Nor puling heigh-hoes wet mine eye.
30
The posie of a Ring.
I do reioyce in thee my choice.
31
A posie of a scornfull Lover.
Since thy hot love so quickly’s done,
Do thou but goe, Ile strive to run.
32
A posie shewing man and wife to be one.
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone,
From one made two, is two made
one.
33
Posies for Rings.
As true to thee
As death to me.
34
Another.
If you deny, I wish to die.
35
Another.
In trust, be just.
36
Another.
I live, if I: if no, I die.
37
Another.
No bitter smart, can change my
heart.
38
Another.
Rather die, then faith deny.
39
Another.
Not lust, but love: as time shall
prove.
40
Another.
To love as I do thee;
Is to love none but me.
41
A posie sent by a young man to his Love
in a Handkercher, in which was
wrought the fashion of a
heart with wings.
Of all bad things, a heart with wings
is still the worst,
And he that meets, with one so fleets,
of all’s accurst.
42
The Maidens reply in a Handkercher, in
which was the shape of an heart, with
an arrow through it.
A flying heart a piercing dart,
doth well deserve:
So be it with me, if I from thee
shall ever swerve,
43
Thou mine, I thine.
44
Another.
Be true to me, as I to thee.
45
A young maid to her love in a Scarfe.
She that of all doth love the dearest,
Doth send thee this, which as thou wearest
And oft do’s look on, think on me
As I by thine do think on thee.
46
From a young man to his love, wrought in a silk girdle.
Till death devide, what ere betide.
47
Another.
The worlds a Lottery, my prize
A love that’s fair, as chast, as wise.
48
A young man to his love describing the povver and ever-flourishing virtue of love.
Love till domes-day in his prime,
Like apollo rob’d in gold:
Though it have been as long as time
Yet still is young though time be old.
49
Another.
My promise past
Shall ever last.
50
From a young man to his Love, shewing
that virtue and beauty should be
together
Thy beauty much, thy virtue such, my
heart hath fir’d,
The first alone, is worse than none, but
both admir’d.
51
The posie of a pitifull Lover writ in a
Riban Carnation three penny broad,
and wound about a fair branch
of Rosemary, upon which
he wittily playes thus.
Rosemary Rose, I send to thee,
In hope that thou wilt marry me,
Nothing can be sweet Rose,
More sweeter unto Harry,
Then marry Rose,
Sweeter than this Rose mary.
52
The sweet reply in a conceit of the same
cut, sent by Rose with a viall of
Rose-water of her making.
Thy sweet commands again,
my sweetest Harry,
And sweet Rose water
for thy sweet Rosemary,
By which sweet Hall,
sweet Rose doth let thee see,
Thy loves as sweet to her,
as hers to thee.
53
A wanton lovers wish sent in a Hanker-
cher with a Cupid wrought in
the middle.
To me by far more fair
is my fair Anne
Then sweet-cheek’d Leda
with her silver Swan
That I nere saw
but have the picture seen,
And wish myself between
thine armes sweet Nan.
54
For a Ring
Desire like fire, doth still aspire.
55
A posie sent with a pair of bracelets.
Mine eyes did see, my heart, did choose,
True love doth bind, till death doth loose
56
Another sent with a silk girdle.
Accept of this, my heart withall:
My love is great, though this be small.
57
Another sent with a rich pair of gloves.
This for a certain truth,
true love approves:
The heart’s not where it lives,
but where it loves.
58
For Rings
Hearts content, can nere repent.
59
Another
My heart and I, until I die.
60
Not two, but one, till life be gone.
61
A Lovers conceit upon a Bracelet and
Partlet, sent with a pair of
Amber Bracelets.
Bracelets Ile give, embrace lets ever
Let Partlets go, for part lets never.
62
63
A Posie written by one Simon Mattocke
Sexton of great Wambleton, in the be-
halfe of a youth of his Parish, to the fai-
rest Milk-maid in the next, sent to her
pinn’d to the Orange tawny top of a
very fair pair of Gloves, of
six pence.
My love is set to love thee still,
Then Nanne remember thou thy Will:
That William, good will to thee
I long have borne, bear thou with mee.
64
Her answer in a fair Romish letter, lapt
up handsomely, and bound about
with a cruell long Cod-
peece point.
I hope my Willy makes no doubt,
I take in others, keep him out:
No, for thy sake I look, my Wilkin,
Pale, as the payle I use to milk in.
65
A Posie sent by a young man to his Love,
with a Looking glasse,
Be true as fair, then past compare.
66
For a Ring.
67
As I to thee, so wish to me.
68
A drooping Lovers conceit, playing up-
on the word
Hard and heart, in sound are near
And both within thy brest I fear.
69
Her coy and nipping reply, in his own
invention
The sound’s as near in Brace & Brasse,
In Hoase and Horse, in Ace and Asse
70
The Posie of a young man sent with a
Scarfe
For one and love, some say are blind.
I say they see, if thou prove kind.
71
The Posie of a Handkercher.
Love and Wine in this degree
The elder better still they be
So our long suit then shall be true:
Chang not thy old Love for a new.
72
A Posie sent by a young Maiden to her
Lover, pleited in a bracelet of her
own hair.
When this about thine arm doth rest
Remember her that loves thee best.
73
Another from a young man to his
Love protesting constancy.
To thee as constant
as the sun to day
Till from this light
I must be forc’d away
74
A Posie sent with a silk Girdle.
Venus naked in her chamber
Wounds more deep
Then Mars in armour.
75
The Maids Answer.
If such a wound you fear
Take heed you come not there.
76
A drooping Lovers posie, sent
with a pair of gloves
’Tween hope and sad despair I fail,
Thy help I crave
My grief the sea
Thy breath the sail
May sink or save
77
Another of the same kinde
Hope and dispair attend me still:
Hope tries to save, dispair to kill,
78
Lust loves to range
Love knows no change.
79
Thine mine, mine thine.
80
Both must be one, or one be none
81
Love ever, or love never
82
A neglected Lover to his Mistresse
Tis true as old, hot love, soon cold.
83
Another expressing the power of love.
Who is’t withstands,
When love commands?
84
Short Posies for Rings in prose.
The Loadstone of love, is love
85
Be true to the end.
86
I live in hope.
87
88
No change in virtues choice.
89
Keep mee in minde.
90
Desire hath no rest.
91
I present thee absent.
92
Not the gift but the giver.
93
Be firm in faith.
94
This and my self.
95
I choose thee not to change.
96
Advised choyce admits no change.
97
Accept my good will
98
I love no lack.
99
The heart lives where it loves
100
Not thine, nor mine, but ours
101
102
Love is the bond of Peace.
103
No life to love
104
Remember this, and give a kisse
105
Thy love I crave, mine thou shalt have
Good Councell
If poor thou art, yet patient bide,
For after ebbe may come a tide;
Yet at full sea keep water store
That afterward thou want no more.
On the World
The Worlds’s a City.
furnisht with spacious streets,
And Death’s the market palce,
whereat all Creatures meet.
When God made all, he made all good
So Woman was, if she had stood
Though woman was the cause of fall
Yet Jesus blood made amends for all
On a good woman
A wise man poore is like a sacred
book that’s never read:
To himself he lives, though to the
world seems dead:
Yet this age counts more of a golden
foole
Than of a thread bare Saint
nurst up in Wisdomes schoole.
FINIS.
In parting with “Loves Garland” I would here offer my sincere thanks to our distinguished typographer, who has spared no pains to place before the reader as nearly as possible a fac-simile of the copy in the British Museum. The quaintness of the little work will I hope commend it to every “Odd Volume”; it is, moreover, now very scarce, which you will readily believe when I tell you that I have not been able to procure a copy—for “love” or “money”—even with our far-famed Librarian’s assistance.
Lowndes mentions Utterson’s copy as fetching £2. 14s. as far back as 1852; now, it is simply not to be had at all.
I have been at some trouble to gather together from various sources, public and private, the following collection of Posie Mottoes; I trust that
“Ye Garland of Ye Sette of Odd Volumes”
may be deemed a fitting and not altogether uninteresting “finale” to my first Opusculum, now offered to the members of the Sette.