92 FLORA AND THALIA, 



PINKS AND CARNATIONS. 



Stat while ye will,- or goe, 



And leave no scent behind ye ; 

 Yet, trust me, I shall know 



The place where I may find ye. 

 Within my Lucia's cheek, 



(Whose livery ye wear) 

 Play ye at hide or seeke, 



I'm sure to find ye there. 



So smell those odours that do rise 



From out the wealthy spiceries ; 



So smells the flower of blooming clove. 



Or roses smothered in the stove ; 



So smells the air of spiced wine, 



Or essences of jessamine ; 



So smells the breath about the hives, 



When well the work of honey thrives, 



And the busie factours come 



Laden with wax and honey home; 



