The pretty posy then I'll tye 



Like stones some chain enchasing ; 

 And next to them, their near ally, 



The purple violet placing. 

 The curious, choice clove July-flower, 



Whose kind hight the carnation, 

 For sweetness of most sovereign power, 



Shall help my breath to fashion. 

 Whose sundry colours, of one kind, 



First from one root derived, 

 Them in their several suits I'll bind, 



My garland so contrived. 

 A course of cowslips then I'll stick, 



And here and there (tho' sparely) 

 The pleasant primrose down I'll prick, 



Like pearls, which will show rarely : 

 Then with these maiygolds I'll make 



My garland somew*hat swelling, 

 These honeysuckles then I'll take, 



Whose sweets shall help their smelling. 

 The lily and the flower-de-lis 



For colour much contenting, 

 For that I them do highly prize 



They are but poor in scenting. 

 The daffodil most dainty is 



To match with these in meetness ; 

 The columbine compar'd to this, 



All much alike for sweetness ; 

 These in their natures only are 



Fit to emboss the border ; 

 Therefore I'll take especial care 



To place them in their order : 



