tT IN PRAISE OF GARDENS U 



When walking through the Gardin them she 



saw, 



Yet no'te she find redresse for such despight: 

 For all that lives is subject to that law; 

 All things decay in time, and to their end doe 



draw. 



But were it not that Time their troubler Is, 

 All that in this delightfull Gardin growes 

 Should happy bee, and have immortall blis: 

 For here all plenty and all pleasure flowes; 

 And sweete love gentle fitts emongst them 



throwes, 



Without fel rancor or fond gealosy. 

 Franckly each Paramor his leman knpwes, 

 Each bird his mate: ne any does envy 

 Their goodly meriment and gay felicity. 



There is continuall Spring, and harvest there 



Continuall, both meeting at one tyme; 



For both the boughes doe laughing blossoms 



beare, 



And with fresh colours decke the wanton Pryme, 

 And eke attonce the heavy trees they clyme, 

 Which seeme to labour under their fruites lode: 



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