IN PRAISE -OF GARDENS 



And Arte, with her contending, doth aspire 

 T' excell the naturall with made delights; 

 And all, that faire or pleasant may be found, 

 In riotous excesse doth there abound. 



And then againe he turneth to his play, 

 To spoyle the pleasures of that Paradise; 

 The wholesome Saulge, and Lavender still gray, 

 Ranke-smelling Rue, and Cummin good for eyes, 

 The Roses varying in the pride of May, 

 Sharpe Isope, good for greene wounds remedies, 

 Faire Marigoldes, and Bees-alluring thime, 

 Sweet Marjoram, and Daysies decking prime: 



Coole Violets, and Orpine growing still, 

 Embathed Balme, and cheerfull Gallingale, 

 Fresh Costmarie, and breathfull Camomil, 

 Dull Poppie, and drink-quickning Setuale, 

 Veyne-healing Verven, and hed-purging Dill, 

 Sound Savorie, and Bazil heartie-hale, 

 Fat Colworts, and comforting Perseline, 

 Colde Lettuce, and refreshing Rosemarine. 



EDMUND SPENSER. 

 Muiopotmos: or The Fate of the Butterflie. 



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