, When from above the milder sun 

 Does through a fragrant Zodiac run ; 

 And as it works, the industrious bee 

 Computes its time as well as we ! 

 How could such sweet and wholesome hours 

 Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers ! 



Andrew Marvell. 



Saying all one feels and thinks 

 In clever daffodils and pinks; 

 In puns of tulips ; and in phrases 

 Charming for their truth, of daisies 

 Uttering as well as silence may, 

 The sweetest words the sweetest way. 



Leigh Hunt. 



In these the alphabet 

 Of flowers; how they devisedly being set 

 And bound up, might with speechless secrecy 

 Deliver errands mutely and mutually. ~ hn 



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an& dffaraeng 



As orchards to men, so are flowers and herbs to 

 women. Indeed the garden appears celibate, as 

 does the house, without womanly hands to plant 

 and care for it. Amos Bronson 



In writing of her life near Albany, in the middle 

 of the eighteenth century, Mrs. Anne Grant has 

 left the ? ibllowing record of the Dutch vrouws: 



"The care of plants such as needed peculiar 

 care or skill to rear them, was the female province. 

 Every one in town or country had a garden. Into 

 this garden no foot of man intruded after it was dug 

 in the Spring. I think I see yet what I have so 

 often beheld a respectabk mistress of a family 



