MY LOVE, THOU ART A NOSEGAY SWEET

My love, thou art a nosegay sweet,

  My sweetest flower I prove thee;

And pleas’d I pin thee to my breast,

  And dearly do I love thee.

And when, my nosegay, thou shalt fade,

  As sweet a flower thou’lt prove thee;

And as thou witherest on my breast,

  For beauty past I’ll love thee.

And when, my nosegay, thou shalt die,

  And heaven’s flower shalt prove thee;

My hopes shall follow to the sky,

  And everlasting love thee.