# Loves Garland/Loves Garland

LOVES  GARLAND:
OR,
Posies for Rings, Hand-kerchers, & Gloves: And such pretty Tokens that Lovers send their Loves
Loves Garland.
1
The posie of a Hankercher from a young man to his Love.
LOve is a chain,  whose linkes of gold Two hearts within one bosom hold.
2
Another singifying the mutual love that should be between man and wife.
In love this good doth still remain: Though both do give yet both doth gain.
3
Another from a doubtfull Lover.
By Cupids bow, my weal or woe.
4
I love thy Beauty, Vertue most, For vertue’s found when beautie’s lost.
5
A posie of a Ring from a crost Lover.
No hap so hard, As love debard.
6
Another.
A happy brest, Where love doth rest.
7
All perfect love, Is from above. The sight of this Deserves a kisse.
8
A young man to his Love wrought in a Scarff,
A constant heart within a womans brest Is Ophire gold within an Ivory chest.
9
Her kind answer.
Of such a treasure then art thou possest, For thou hast such a heart in such a brest.
10
The posie of a Ring.
To me till death, As dear as breath.
11
Another.
In thee a flame, In me the same.
12
Where once I choose, I ne’re refuse.
13
Another.
No crosse so strange, My love to change,
14
The posie of a Hankercher from a young man to his Love.
Pray take me kindly Mistress, kisse me too:
My Master sweares hele do as much for you.
15
A passionate Lovers posie.
Till that from thee, I hope to gain: All sweet is sowre, all pleasure pain.
16
Another of the same cut.
Thy love my light, Disdain my night.
17
Another.
Tell my Mistresse that a Lover True as Love it selfe, doth love her.
18
Another where the Lover doth protest and request.
Hand, heart and all I have, is thine: Hand, heart, and all thou hast, be mine.
19
Another.
20
The posie of a young man to his Love, shewing the simplicity and truth of Love.
Two hands, two feet, Two eares, two eyes; One tongue, one heart, Where true love lies.
21
Another from a Lover, far from his Love.
Though from mine eye, yet from my heart No distance ere can make thee part.
22
Another of the same mark.
Though absence be annoy To me ’tis a double joy.
23
A posie in a Ring.
Be true to me, as I to thee.
24
Another.
God above increase our love.
Another.
26
Another.
Nere joy the heart, That seeks to part.
27
Another sent with a pair of Bracelets.
Fair as Venus, as Diana Chast and pure is my Susana.
28
The posie of a young man to his Love, shewing her what a woman should be. Tell him that
If woman should to man be wo, She should not be what God did make her, That was to be a helper, so God then did give man now doth take her.
29
The posie of a Maid cast off, expressing how light she takes it.
Tell him that had my heart in chace, And now at other games doth flye, Green sicknesse nere shall spoil my face Nor puling heigh-hoes wet mine eye.
30
The posie of a Ring.
I do reioyce in thee my choice.
31
A posie of a scornfull Lover.
Since thy hot love so quickly’s done, Do thou but goe, Ile strive to run.
32
A posie shewing man and wife to be one.
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, From one made two, is two made one.
33
Posies for Rings.
As true to thee As death to me.
34
Another.
If you deny, I wish to die.
35
Another.
In trust, be just.
36
Another.
I live, if I: if no, I die.
37
Another.
No bitter smart, can change my heart.
38
Another.
Rather die, then faith deny.
39
Another.
Not lust, but love: as time shall prove.
40
Another.
To love as I do thee; Is to love none but me.
41
A posie sent by a young man to his Love in a Handkercher, in which was wrought the fashion of a heart with wings.
Of all bad things, a heart with wings is still the worst, And he that meets, with one so fleets, of all’s accurst.
42
The Maidens reply in a Handkercher, in which was the shape of an 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,
43
Thou mine, I thine.
44
Another.
Be true to me, as I to thee.
45
A young maid to her love in a Scarfe.
She that of all doth love the dearest, Doth send thee this, which as thou wearest And oft do’s look on, think on me As I by thine do think on thee.
46
From a young man to his love, wrought in a silk girdle.
Till death devide, what ere betide.
47
Another.
The worlds a Lottery, my prize A love that’s fair, as chast, as wise.
48
A young man to his love describing the povver and ever-flourishing virtue of love.
Love till domes-day in his prime, Like apollo rob’d in gold: Though it have been as long as time Yet still is young though time be old.
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 fir’d, The first alone, is worse than none, but both admir’d.
51
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.
52
The sweet reply in a conceit of the same cut, sent by Rose with a viall of Rose-water of her making.
Thy sweet commands again, my sweetest Harry, And sweet Rose water for thy sweet Rosemary, By which sweet Hall, sweet Rose doth let thee see, Thy loves as sweet to her, as hers to thee.
53
A wanton lovers wish sent in a Hanker- cher with a Cupid wrought in the middle.
To me by far more fair is my fair Anne Then sweet-cheek’d Leda with her silver Swan That I nere saw but have the picture seen, And wish myself between thine armes sweet Nan.
54
For a Ring
Desire like fire, doth still aspire.
55
A posie sent with a pair of bracelets.
Mine eyes did see, my heart, did choose, True love doth bind, till death doth loose
56
Another sent with a silk girdle.
Accept of this, my heart withall: My love is great, though this be small.
57
Another sent with a rich pair of gloves.
This for a certain truth, true love approves: The heart’s not where it lives, but where it loves.
58
For Rings
Hearts content, can nere repent.
59
Another
My heart and I, until I die.
60
Not two, but one, till life be gone.
61
A Lovers conceit upon a Bracelet and Partlet, sent with a pair of Amber Bracelets.
Bracelets Ile give, embrace lets ever Let Partlets go, for part lets never.
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63
A Posie written by one Simon Mattocke Sexton of great Wambleton, in the be- halfe of a youth of his Parish, to the fai- rest Milk-maid in the next, sent to her pinn’d to the Orange tawny top of a very fair pair of Gloves, of six pence.
My love is set to love thee still, Then Nanne remember thou thy Will: That William, good will to thee I long have borne, bear thou with mee.
64
Her answer in a fair Romish letter, lapt up handsomely, and bound about with a cruell long Cod- peece 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 payle I use to milk in.
65
A Posie sent by a young man to his Love, with a Looking glasse,
Be true as fair, then past compare.
66
For a Ring.
67
As I to thee, so wish to me.
68
A drooping Lovers conceit, playing up- on the word
Hard and heart, in sound are near And both within thy brest I fear.
69
Her coy and nipping reply, in his own invention
The sound’s as near in Brace & Brasse, In Hoase and Horse, in Ace and Asse
70
The Posie of a young man sent with a Scarfe
For one and love, some say are blind. I say they see, if thou prove kind.
71
The Posie of a Handkercher.
Love and Wine in this degree The elder better still they be So our long suit then shall be true: Chang not thy old Love for a new.
72
A Posie sent by a young Maiden to her Lover, pleited in a bracelet of her own hair.
When this about thine arm doth rest Remember her that loves thee best.
73
Another from a young man to his Love protesting constancy.
To thee as constant as the sun to day Till from this light I must be forc’d away
74
A Posie sent with a silk Girdle.
Venus naked in her chamber Wounds more deep Then Mars in armour.
75
The Maids Answer.
If such a wound you fear Take heed you come not there.
76
A drooping Lovers posie, sent with a pair of gloves
’Tween hope and sad despair I fail, Thy help I crave My grief the sea Thy breath the sail May sink or save
77
Another of the same kinde
Hope and dispair attend me still: Hope tries to save, dispair to kill,
78
Lust loves to range Love knows no change.
79
Thine mine, mine thine.
80
Both must be one, or one be none
81
Love ever, or love never
82
A neglected Lover to his Mistresse
Tis true as old, hot love, soon cold.
83
Another expressing the power of love.
Who is’t withstands, When love commands?
84
Short Posies for Rings in prose.
The Loadstone of love, is love
85
Be true to the end.
86
I live in hope.
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No change in virtues choice.
89
Keep mee in minde.
90
Desire hath no rest.
91
I present thee absent.
92
Not the gift but the giver.
93
Be firm in faith.
94
This and my self.
95
I choose thee not to change.
96
Advised choyce admits no change.
97
Accept my good will
98
I love no lack.
99
The heart lives where it loves
100
Not thine, nor mine, but ours
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102
Love is the bond of Peace.
103
No life to love
104
Remember this, and give a kisse
105
Thy love I crave, mine thou shalt have
Good Councell
If poor thou art, yet patient bide, For after ebbe may come a tide; Yet at full sea keep water store That afterward thou want no more.
On the World
The Worlds’s a City. furnisht with spacious streets, And Death’s the market palce, whereat all Creatures meet.
When God made all, he made all good So Woman was, if she had stood Though woman was the cause of fall Yet Jesus blood made amends for all
On a good woman
A wise man poore is like a sacred book that’s never read: To himself he lives, though to the world seems dead: Yet this age counts more of a golden foole Than of a thread bare Saint nurst up in Wisdomes schoole.
FINIS.
​In parting with “Loves Garland” I would here offer my sincere thanks to our distinguished typographer, who has spared no pains to place before the reader as nearly as possible a fac-simile of the copy in the British Museum. The quaintness of the little work will I hope commend it to every “Odd Volume”; it is, moreover, now very scarce, which you will readily believe when I tell you that I have not been able to procure a copy—for “love” or “money”—even with our far-famed Librarian’s assistance.
Lowndes mentions Utterson’s copy as fetching £2. 14s. as far back as 1852; now, it is simply not to be had at all.
I have been at some trouble to gather together from various sources, public and private, the following collection of Posie Mottoes; I trust that
“Ye Garland of Ye Sette of Odd Volumes”
may be deemed a fitting and not altogether uninteresting “finale” to my first Opusculum, now offered to the members of the Sette.
J. R. B.