FLORIO (STEM FLOR)

Yes, where it's false, but we Have grief as real as our misery. It takes exceedingly.— Pretty indeed, To have these flowers read moral lectures to us. Yes I can, Yet straight I turn, and pluck they; —bind they up, In one fair volume, thus — The emblems of true virtues in each leaf, Imprinted there, at nature's proper charges. Innocence indeed Should be the breasts fair individual mate. This mystic way has been allowed of; No Madame? why are not men creatures As worthy Courtship, as we? Or your own:— hall whose voice is that? A lover grown? las pretty innocence. How finely sorrow shows there — ! That, that passion Is well expresl't; now sighs, then knock the breast. Excellent. Would! do's he riddle, Or play with grief? Very pretty! We are come here to await your pleasure. Too much of this sad story, O these men How are they degenerate from the goodness Of their creation! they have been always false — Good Lady! Good night, I hear him coming. Las Sir, our Misery's have taught it insolence, It figures innocence. So will this crown Imperial your head, Pray stick it there. Fit, very apt and fit, lady, — as fit A gift, as this were for a Lord, and honeysuckle, The amorous woodbindes offspring; it emblems love; Yes, and practised. O! but we are proud. I am amazed, a woman! Make us hazard our credits for nothing? But Madame, why do'e desire us to leave you? Fear you not his fury, what it may prompt him too, When he shall see you are not his Calantha. Madame all joy that we can hope, or wish, Be with you. Done in revenge. Good my Lord! you will too much endear us to you with your courtesies.