I will remain always the same.

You and I will Lovers die.

My vow is past, while life doth last.

Lovers' knot once tied, who can divide?

_Verbum sat amanti._

_Amo te, si amas me._

I love thee, if thou love me.

55.

_To a fair Maid, sent with a Posy of Flowers._

Beauty is like a flower, sweet Maid!

Which quickly doth decay and fade:

Then wisely now make use of time,

Since you are now even in your prime.

56.

_Two lines embroidered on the top of a Pair of Gloves._

I wish that we two were a pair

As these happy Gloves here are.

57.

_NICK, a farmer's son, sendeth to JOAN HOBSON a

yard of blue Ribbon with these lines._

I send you here of ribbon a whole yard:

And money goeth with me very hard;

For else this yard, two yards should be,

Since I do hold nothing too dear for thee.

And part therefore my love, if that thou wilt,

In this same ribbon; which is made of silk.

58.

_A Posy wrought on a Handkercher in silk Letters._

Do not too lightly of me think,

Who write in Letters 'stead of ink.

To send this token I made shift;

Esteem the giver, and not the gift!

59.

_A Posy on a Thimble._

He that sent me, loveth thee.

60.

_A Cabinet being sent to a Gentlewoman, these verses were put in

one of the drawers._

This little Cabinet will conceal

All things which you would not reveal;

Your letters and your other things,

As your jewels and your rings.

Let me know then in what part,

Or box, you will lay up my heart!

Which with it I do send; and pray

That in your heart you would it lay.

Let me such favour from you get:

Make your heart, my heart's Cabinet.

61.

_To a Maid, a young Man sendeth a silk Girdle._

This girdle haply shall be placed

To compass round your neat small waist.

I were happy if, in this place,

I might thy slender waist embrace.

62.

_A Posy of four lines, written in red letters, the four sides of a

Handkercher._

Things of most constancy still are

Resembled to solid Square;

So my triangular heart shall be

A four square figure of constancy.

63.

_Posies for Rings._

Be thou mine, as I am thine.

In weal and woe, my love I'll show.

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