To a Gentlewoman that alwayes willed him to weare Rosemarie, (a Tree that is alwayes greene,) for hir sake, and in token of his good will to hir

THe gréene that you did wish mée weare
aye for your looue,
And on my helme a braunch to beare
not to remooue:
Was euer you to haue in minde
Whome Cupid hath my Féere assignde.

As I in this haue done your will,
and minde to doo:
So I request you to fulfill
my fansie too:
A gréene and louing hart to haue,
And this is all that I doe craue.

For if your flowring hart should chaunge
his colour greene,
Or you at length a Ladie straunge
of mée be séene:
Then will my braunch against his vse
His colour chaunge for your refuse.

As Winters force can not deface
this braunch his hue:
So let no chaunge of loue disgrace
your friendship true:
You were mine owne and so be still,
So shall we liue and loue our fill.

Then may I thinke my selfe to bée
well recompenst,
For wearing of the Trée that is
so well defenst
Against all weather that doth fall,
When waywarde Winter spits his gall.

And when wée méete, to trie me true,
looke on my Hed,
And I will craue an othe of you
where Faith be fled:
So shall we both assured bée
Both I of you, and you of mée.