Of their charms it would e’en be the thief[4].
The one his fair has given him he declares binds him to her for ever.
The carnation which thou gav’st me,
On holy Thursday last,
Was no flower, but a fetter
To bind me to thee fast[5].
The one she nurtures he watches as a token of all that is dearest and most beautiful in her.
My maid has a fav’rite carnation
Which she watches both early and late;