69. _The Posy of a Handkercher._ Love and Wine in this degree, The elder better still they be: So our long suit then shall be true, "Change not thy old Love for a new!" 70. _A Posy sent by a young Maiden to her Love, plaited in a Bracelet of her own hair._ When this about thine arm doth rest, Remember her that loves thee best! 71. _Another from a young Man to his Love protesting constancy._ To thee as constant as the sun to day: Till from this light, I must be forced away. 72. _A Posy sent with a silk Girdle._ VENUS naked in her chamber, Wounds more deep than MARS in armour. 73. _The Maid's Answer._ If such a wound you fear; Take heed you come not there! 74. _A drooping Lover's Posy, sent with a pair of Gloves._ 'Tween hope and sad despair I sail; Thy help I crave! My grief the sea, thy breath the sail May sink or save. 75. _Another of the same kind._ Hope and despair attend me still: Hope strives to save; despair, to kill! 76. Lust loves to range: Love knows no change. 77. Thine mine, mine thine. 78. Both must be one, or one be none. 79. Love ever, or love never! 80. _A neglected Lover, to his Mistress._ 'Tis true as old, "Hot Love, soon cold!" 81. _Another expressing the power of Love._ Who is't withstands, When Love commands? 82. _Short Posies for Rings in prose._ The loadstone of Love is love. 83. Be true to the end! 84. I live in hope. 85. I like my choice. 86. No change in Virtue's choice! 87. Keep me in mind! 88. Desire hath no rest. 89. I present, thee absent. 90. Not the gift but the giver. 91. Be firm in faith! 92. This and myself. 93. I choose thee, not to change. 94. Advisèd choice admits no change. 95. Accept my goodwill! 96. I love no lack. 97. The heart lives where it loves. 98. Not me, nor mine; but ours. 99. Thy [?], my wish. 100. Love is the bond of Peace. 101. No life to Love! 102. Remember this, and give a kiss! 103. Thy love I crave, mine thou shalt have. _Good Counsel._ If poor thou art, yet patient bide! For after ebb may come a tide: Yet at full sea, keep water store! That afterward thou want no more. _On the World._ The World's a City furnishèd with spacious streets: And Death's the Market Place; whereat all creatures meet. When GOD made all, he made all good; So Woman was, if she had stood: Though Woman was the cause of fall; Yet JESUS' blood made amends for all.