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<HEAD>&cross; A plea&s;ant po&s;ie, or &s;weete No&s;egay of fragrant &s;mellyng Flowers: gathered in the Garden of heauenly plea&s;ure, the holy and ble&s;&s;ed Bible.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of the black Almayne.</OPENER>
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<L><HI>A</HI> Stock of flowers, bedewed with &s;howers,</L>
<L>In a Garden now there &s;prings:</L>
<L>With mirth and glee, vpon a Tree,</L>
<L>A Byrd there &s;its and &s;ings,</L>
<L>So plea&s;ant is her voyce,</L>
<L>It doth my hart reioyce:</L>
<L>She &s;ets her tunes and noates &s;o meete,</L>
<L>That vnto me it &s;eemes &s;o &s;weete:</L>
<L>That all the Flowers that euer could be,</L>
<L>Was neuer &s;o &s;wete as this to me,</L>
<L>The lyke before I dyd neuer &s;e.</L>
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<L>&para;The Bible it is, that Garden iwys,</L>
<L>Which God pre&s;erue alwayes:</L>
<L>Lykewy&s;e Gods worde it is that Byrde,</L>
<L>That now &s;o much I pray&s;e.</L>
<L>Al&s;o tho&s;e goodly Flowers,</L>
<L>So well bedewed with &s;howers:</L>
<L>I wyll now go about to gather,</L>
<L>And put them in a Po&s;y together:</L>
<L>I wyll not put them in no Che&s;t,</L>
<L>But bynd them vp as I thinke be&s;t,</L>
<L>And kepe them alway next my bre&s;t.</L>
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<L>&para;The fyr&s;t I fynd, to plea&s;e my mind,</L>
<L>A bell he had to name:</L>
<L>Enoch alwayes, is worthy of pray&s;e,</L>
<L>Like wy&s;e of worthy Fame.</L>
<L>Looke you what Mo&s;es wrytes,</L>
<L>And in Gene&s;is there re&s;ites:</L>
<L>How God tooke hym the &s;tory &s;ayth,</L>
<L>That he &s;hould neuer ta&s;t of death:</L>
<L>And al&s;o Noe that righteous man</L>
<L>A curious worke dyd take in hand,</L>
<L>To make the Arke we vnder&s;tand.</L>
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<L>&para;Good Abraham, that faithfull man,</L>
<L>In God dyd tru&s;t alway:</L>
<L>He dyd not feare, nor once di&s;payre.</L>
<L>His onely &s;on to &s;lay.</L>
<L>I&s;acke was no weede,</L>
<L>Nor Iacob in very deede:</L>
<L>Io&s;eph was a Flower of price,</L>
<L>God dyd hym &s;aue from cruell deuice</L>
<L>Al&s;o Mo&s;es eke we fynd,</L>
<L>And Aaron lyke wy&s;e vp we bynd,</L>
<L>Io&s;ua is not out of mynd.</L>
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<L>&para;The Iudges al&s;o, both le&s;&s;e and mo,</L>
<L>They were of worthy Fame:</L>
<L>To &s;peake of all, my tyme is &s;mal,</L>
<L>To rehearce them all by name.</L>
<L>The Prophet Samuell,</L>
<L>Our God dyd loue him well:</L>
<L>Dauid was a Flower &s;o &s;weete,</L>
<L>To make hym kyng God thought it meete</L>
<L>For great Golias he hath &s;layne.</L>
<L>And Sallomon after him dyd raygne</L>
<L>Which vnto wy&s;edome dyd attayne.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When Achab dyd flory&s;h, the Rauens did nori&s;h</L>
<L>Elia a man of God,</L>
<L>Kynge Io&s;ias, and E&s;dras</L>
<L>We finde and pacient Iob.</L>
<L>They feared our God of might,</L>
<L>And &s;erued him day and night:</L>
<L>No ioy nor payne could them procure,</L>
<L>But alwayes by hym to endure:</L>
<L>E&s;ay lyke wy&s;e and Ieremy,</L>
<L>They preached alway earne&s;tly</L>
<L>and dyd their duty faithfully,</L>
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<L>&para;And Daniell de&s;troyed Bell,</L>
<L>The Babilonians God:</L>
<L>The Dragon al&s;o, he brought to wo,</L>
<L>Without either &s;word or Rod.</L>
<L>To rehearce the prophets all,</L>
<L>By their names them for to call:</L>
<L>Although they be of worthy Fame,</L>
<L>It is to long them for to name:</L>
<L>We may not Toby as leaue behynd,</L>
<L>Yet was he almo&s;t out of mind,</L>
<L>But few &s;uch flowers now can we fynd.</L>
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<L>&para;Full wel we know, no flowers can blow,</L>
<L>But boy&s;terous &s;tormes mu&s;t fynd:</L>
<L>For that is no Flower, that euery &s;howre,</L>
<L>Doth driue away with wynd&punc;</L>
<L>For all the&s;e goodly Flowers,</L>
<L>Had many &s;tormy &s;howers:</L>
<L>Before that they could blow or bud,</L>
<L>Or bring forth &s;eede to doe any good:</L>
<L>They dyd abyde both cold and bla&s;t,</L>
<L>Yet allwayes dyd they &s;tand &s;tedfa&s;t,</L>
<L>Tyll all the &s;tormes were gone and pa&s;t.</L>
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<L>&para;Now at this time, for our gracious queene,</L>
<L>Let vs geue harty prayes:</L>
<L>God may her defend, from enemies hand:</L>
<L>at this time and alwayes.</L>
<L>And &s;end her pro&s;perous raygne,</L>
<L>With vs for to remayne,</L>
<L>For to defend Gods word &s;o pure,</L>
<L>And euer with it for to endure:</L>
<L>That &s;he may be to vs a bower,</L>
<L>To kepe vs alway when it doth &s;howre,</L>
<L>I pray God &s;aue that Princly flower.</L>
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<TRAILER>&para;<HI>FINIS.</HI></TRAILER>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Iohn Symon.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>&para;Imprinted at London, by Richard Iohnes: dwellyng in the vpper end of Fleetlane. <HI>1572.</HI></P>
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