Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.

Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My musick shows ye have your closes, And all must die.

Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

Hell is full of good meanings and wishings

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives

And we're gonna put the pen in the box, and she loved lavender roses so we can put a rose petal in here.