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 fired:
The first alone is worse than none; but both, admired.
51.
The Posy of a pitiful Lover writ in a Riband Carnation
three pennies broad, and wound about a fair branch
of Rosemary; upon which he wittily plays thus:
Rosemary, Rose, I send to thee;
In hope that thou wilt marry me.
Nothing can be sweet, Rose!
More sweeter unto Harry,
Than marry Rose:
Sweeter than this Rosemary.
52.