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 How might I do to get a graff Of this unspotted tree? —For all the rest are plain but chaff, Which seem good corn to be.

This gift alone I shall her give; When death doth what he can, Her honest fame shall ever live Within the mouth of man.

? by John Heywood  54. To Her Sea-faring Lover

Tottel's Miscellany, 1557

Shall I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare? And shall I still complain to thee, the which me will not hear? Alas! say nay! say nay! and be no more so dumb, But open thou thy manly mouth and say that thou wilt come: Whereby my heart may think, although I see not thee, That thou wilt come—thy word so sware—if thou a live man be. The roaring hugy waves they threaten my poor ghost, And toss thee up and down the seas in danger to be lost. Shall they not make me fear that they have swallowed thee? —But as thou art most sure alive, so wilt thou come to me. Whereby I shall go see thy ship ride on the strand, And think and say Lo where he comes and Sure here will he land:

54. neare] nearer.