There he arriving round about doth fly 



From bed to bed, from one to other border, 



And takes survey, with curious busy eye. 



Of every flower and herb there set in order. 



Now this, now that, he tasteth tenderly ; 



Yet none of them he rudely doth disorder, 



Ne with his feet their silken leaves deface, 



But pastures on the pleasures of each place. 



Spencer. 



