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Loves Garland
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Another.
My promise past
Shall ever last.
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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.
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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.
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The sweet reply in a conceit of the same
cut, sent by Rose with a viall of
Rose-water of her making.
Thy
