Classic Poem

Another Toye written in the praise of a Gilliflower, at the request of Gentle-women: and one, aboue the rest, who loued that Flower
I F I should choose a prety Flower
For seemely show and sweetest sente:
In my minde, sure the Gilliflower
I should commend where so I wente:
And if neede be, good reasen too
I can alledge why so I doe

The Crimson coulour, fyrst of all,
Dooth make it seemely to the eye:
The pleasaunt savour therewithall
Comfortes the braine too, by and by:
For collour then and sweetest smell
The Gilliflower must beare the Bell.

This is in Pots preserued we see
And trimly tended euery day:
And so it dooth deserue to bee,
For sure, if I mought plainly say:
If it would prosper in my Bedde,
I would haue one at my Beds head

What laugh you at? you thinke I iest
I meane plaine troth, I promise ye:
The Gilliflower dooth like me best
Of all the Flowers that ere I see.
And who that dooth mislike the same,
In my minde, shall be much too blame