82 THE GARDEN 



The golden fruit, that worthy is 

 Of Galatea's purple kiss ; l 

 He does the savage hawthorn teach 

 To bear the medlar and the pear ; 

 He bids the rustic plum to rear 

 A noble trunk, and be a peach. 

 Even Daphne's coyness he does mock, 

 And weds the cherry to her stock, 

 Though she refus'd Apollo's suit ; 

 Even she, that chaste and virgin tree, 

 Now wonders at herself, to see 

 That she's a mother made, and blushes in her fruit. 



Methinks I see great Diocletian walk 

 In the Salonian garden's noble shade, 

 Which by his own imperial hands was made : 

 I see him smile (methinks) as he does talk 

 With the ambassadors, who come in vain, 

 T' entice him to a throne again. 



1 that ivorthy is 



Of Galatea's purple kiss] An idea, conceived, and expressed, 

 in the best manner of Shakespeare. 



