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[A sweet Nosgay, Or pleasant Posye

contayning a hundred and ten Phylosophicall Flowers] [by Isabella Whitney]

Whitney, Isabella

[section]

[dedication]

The Auctor to the Reader.

T. B. in commendation of the Authour.

A sweet Nosgay, Or pleasant Posye: contayning a hundred and ten Phylosophicall Flowers. &c.

A soueraigne receypt.

A farewell to the Reader.

Certain familier Epistles and friendly Letters by the Auctor: with Replies.

To her Brother. G. VV.

To her Brother. B. VV.

An order prescribed, by IS. VV. to two of her yonger Sisters seruinge in London.

To her Sister Misteris A. B.

To her Cosen. F. VV.

A carefull complaynt by the vnfortunate Auctor.

An answer to comfort her, by shewyng his haps to be harder.

I Replye to the same.

IS. VV. to C. B. in bewaylynge her mishappes.

In answer by C. B. to IS. VV.

To my Friend Master T. L. whose good nature: I see abusde.

An other Letter sent to IS. VV by one: to whom shee had written her infortunate state.

IS. VV. beyng wery of writyng, sendeth this for Answere.

The Aucthour (though loth to leaue the Citie) vpon her Friendes procurement, is constrained to departe: wherfore (she fayneth as she would die) and maketh her VVYLL and Testæment, as foloweth: VVith large Legacies of such Goods and riches which she moste aboundantly hath left behind her: and therof maketh LONDON sole executor to se her Legacies performed.

The maner of her Wyll, & what she left to London: and to all those in it: at her departing.

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IS. VV. beyng wery of writyng, sendeth this for Answere.

No lesse then thankes, I render vnto you,
What? though it be a Beggers bare rewarde
Accept the same: (for Cosyn this is true,
Tis all I haue: my haps they are so hard:
None beareth lyfe, is so from Fortune bard,

But this I know, and hope it once to finde
God can, and wyl, exalt the humble minde.

This simple verce: content you for to take
for answer of your louing letter lardge,
For now I wyll my writting cleane forsake
till of my griefes, my stomack I discharge
and tyll I row, in Ladie Fortunes barge.
Good Cosin write not nor any more replye,
But geue mee leaue, mo to quietnes to trye.

Your Cosin IS. VV.