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.