A Sweet Nosegay, or Pleasant Poesy, Containing a Hundred and Ten Philosophical Flowers

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Those strokes which mates in mirth do give do seem to be but light,Although sometime they leave a sign seems grievous to the sight.



He that is void of any friend, him company to keep,Walks in a world of wilderness, full fraught with dangers deep.



Each lover knoweth what he likes and what he doth desire,But seld, or never, doth he know what thing he should require.



Affection fond deceives the wise and love makes men such noddiesThat to their selves they seem as dead yet live in other bodies.



Ask nothing of thy neighbour that thou wouldst not let him have:Nor say him nay of that which thou wouldst get if thou didst crave.



Two eyes, two ears, and but one tongue Dame Nature hath us framedThat we might see and hear much more than should with tongue be named.



Seek not each man to please, for that is more than God bids do:Please thou the best, and neuer care, what wicked say thereto.

© Isabella Whitney