When he has done so, give him some kind of a present--be it what it may, no matter--as a token of your favor." "But how, Jane, if his sonnets deserve no praise and no acknowledgment ?" "You may be sure that they do deserve it.

For Henry Howard is a noble and true poet, and his verses are full of heavenly melody and exalted thoughts." The queen smiled.

"Yes," said she, "you love him ardently; for you have no doubt as to him.

We will, therefore, recognize him as a great poet.
But with what shall I reward him ?" "Give him a rose that you wear in your bosom--a rosette that is fastened to your dress and shows your colors." "But alas, Jane, to-day I wear neither a rose nor a rosette." "Yet you can wear one, queen.

A rosette is, indeed, wanting here on your shoulder.