But time doth Fly. Whether the moments teem with joy or Flit in sorrow. So Marco said, e’re yet I go, Take this bunch of half-blown buds and place Upon your breast, near your heart, and wear Them till I come. Let naught divide ’twixt Thee and them. ’Mid summer’s glow or winter’s Cold, loved one, wear them next thy heart. Their very name, Forget-Me-Not, will ’mind Thee of thy lover-husband.