There's Rosemary, That's for Remembrance - Pray You, Love, Remember - and there is Pansies, that's for Thoughts. There's Fennel for You, and Columbines. There's Rue for you, and here's some for Me; We may call it herb of Grace a Sundays. Oh You must wear your Rue with a difference. There's a Daisy. I would give You some Violets, but they withered all when my father died. They say a made a good end.
For Bonny Sweet Robin is all my Joy.