U IN PRAISE OF GARDENS U 



See how these silly flowers twine, 

 With sweet embracings, and combine, 

 Striving with curious looms to set 

 Their pale and red into a net, 

 To show how pure desire doth rest for ever 

 blest. 



Why wilt thou then unconstant be? 

 T' infringe the laws of amity, 

 And so much disrespect my heart 

 To derogate from what thou art? 

 When in harmonious love there is Elysian bliss. 



W. BOSWORTH. 



Spring in a Garden 



Though you be absent here, I needs must say 

 The trees as beauteous are, and flowers as 'gay, 



As ever they were wont to be ; 



Nay the birds' rural music too 



Is as melodious and free, 



As if they sung to pleasure you : 

 I saw a rose-bud ope this morn ; I'll swear 

 The blushing morning open'd not more fair. 



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