Love's Garland OR, Posies for Rings, Handkerchers, and Gloves; And such pretty Tokens that Lovers send their Loves. Read, Skanne, than Judge, LONDON, Printed by N. O. for JOHN SPENCER, 〈◊〉 are to be sold at his shop on London Bridge. 1624. Love's Garland. The Posy of a Handkerchief from a Young man to his Love.. Love is a chain whose links of gold, Two hearts within one Bosom hold. Another signifying the mutual love that should be between man and wife. In love this good doth still remain: Though both do give yet both do gain. Another from a doubtful Lover. By Cupid's bow, my weal or woe. A Posy sent with a pair of Gloves, showing what a young man should most respect in his choice. I love thy Beauty, virtue most, For virtues found when beauty's loft. The Posy of a Ring from a crossed Lover. No hap so hard, As love debarred. Another. A happy Breast▪ Where Love doth rest. All perfect love, Is from above. The sight of this, Deserves a kiss. A young man to his Love, wrought in a Scarf. A constant heart within a woman's breast Is Ophir gold Within an ivory Chest. Her kind answer. Of such a treasure than art thou possessed, For thou hast such a heart in such a breast. The Posy of a Ring. To me till death, As dear as breathe. Another. In thee a flame, In me the same. Another. Where once I choose, I ne'er refuse. Another. No cross so strange, My Love shall change. The Posy of a Handkerchief from a young man to his Love.. Pray take me kindly Mistress, kiss me toe: My Master swears he'll do as much for you. A passionate Lover's Posy. Till that from thee, I hope to gain: All sweet is sour, all pleasure pain. Another of the same Cut. Thy love my light: Disdain my night. Another. Tell my Mistress that a lover, True as love itself doth love her. Another where the Lover doth protest, and request. Hand, heart, and all I have is thine: Hand, heart, and all thou hast, be mine. Another. As you find me, mind me. The Posy of a Young man to his Love, showing the simplicity, and truth of Love.. Two hands, two feet, Two ears, two eyes: One tongue, one heart, Where true Love lies. Another from a Lover, far from his Love.. Though from mine eye, yet from my heart, No distance ere can make thee part. Another of the same mark, Though absence be annoy, Come 'tis a double joy. A Posy in a Ring. Be true to me, as I to thee. Another. All thine, is mine. Another. Near joy the heart, That seeks to part. Another sent with a pair of Bracelets. Fair as Venus, as Diana and pure is my Susana. The Posy of a young man to his Love, showing her what a woman should be. Tell him that. If woman should to man be woe, She should not be what God did make her, make her, That was to be a helper so, God then did give, man now doth take her. man now doth take her. The Posy of a maid cast off, expressing how lightly she takes it. Tell him that had my heart in chase, And now at other game doth fly, Green sickness ne'er shall spoil my face, Nor puling heigh-hoes wet mine eye. The Posy of a Ring. I do rejoice, in thee my choice. A Posy of a scornful Lover. Since thy hot love so ᶠ quickly's done, Do thou but go, I'll strive to run. A Posy showing man and wife to be one. Flesh of my flesh, hone of my bone, From onemade two, is two made one. Posies for Rings. As true to thee, As death to me. Another. If you deny, I wish to dye. Another. In trust, be just. Another. I live if I: if no I dye. Another. No bitter smart, can change my heart. ●nother. Rather dye, than faith deny. Another. Not lust but love: as time shall prove. Another. To love as I do thee; Is to love none but me. A Posy sent by a young man to his love in a Handkerchief, in which was wrought the fashion of a heart with wings. Of all had things, a heart with wings is still the worst: And he that meets, with one so fleets, of all's accursed. The maiden's reply in a Handkerchief, in which was the shape of a 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. Thou mine, I thine. Another. Be true to me, as I to thee. A young maid to he Love in a Scarf. She that of all doth love thee dearest, Doth send the this which as thou wear'st; And oft do● look on, think on me, As I by thine do think on thee. From a young man to his love, wrought in a silk girdle. Till death divide, what ere betide. Another. The world's a Lottery, my prize A love that's fair, as chaste, as wise. A young man to his Love, describing the power and ever-flourishing virtue of Love.. Love till beomes' day in his prime, Like Apollo, robbed in gold: Though't have been as long as time, Yet still is young, though time be old. Another. My promise past, Shall ever last. From a young man to his Love, showing that virtue and beauty should go together. Thy Beauty much, thy Virtue such, my heart hath fired, The first alone, is worse than none, but both admired. The Posy of a pitiful Lover writ in a Ribon Cornation three penny broad, and wound about a fair branch of Rosemary, upon which he witely plays thus. Rose mary 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 Rosemary. The sweet reply in a conceit of the same &c. sent by Rose with a Viol of Rose-water of her own making. Thy sweet commends again, my sweetest Harry, And sweet Rose water, for thy sweet Rosemary: By which sweet Hal, sweet Rose doth let thee ses, Thy loves as sweet to her, as hers to thee. A wanton Lovers wish sent in a Handkerchief with a Cupid wrought in the middle. To me by fare more fair is my fair Anne, Then sweet cheeked Leda with her silver Swan That I ne'er saw but have the picture seen, And wished myself between, thine arms sweet Nanny. For a Ring. Desire like fire, doth still aspire. A Posy sent with a pair of Bracelets. Mine eye did see, my heart did choose, True love doth bind, till death doth Another sent with a silk girdle. Accept of this, my heart withal: My love is great, though this be small. Another sent with a pair of rich gloves. This for a certain truth, true love approoues: The hearts not where it life's, but where it love's. For Rings. Heart's content, can ne'er repent. Another. My heart and I, until I die. Not two, but one, till life be gone. A Lover's conceit upon Bracelet, and Parclet, sent with a pair of amber Bracelets. Bracelets I'll give, en brace lets ever: Let Partlets go, for part lets never. Love ever, or love never. A Posy written by one Simon Mattocke Sexton of great Wambleton, in the behalf of a youth of his Parish, to the fairest Milkmaid in the next, sent to her pinned to the Orange tawny top of a very fair pair of gloves of six pence. My Love is set, to love thee still, Then Nan remember thou thy will: That William, good will to thee, I long have borne, bear thou with me Her answer in a fair Romish letter, leapt up hand somely, and bound about with a cruel long Codpiece 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 pail, I use to milk in.