I will not have the mad Clytie, i 



Whoi^e head in turned by the sun ; ^ 



The tulip is a courtly queen, ^j 



Whom, therefore, I will shun ; ■. 

 The cowslip is a country wench, 



The violet is a nun ; ^ -, 

 But I will woo the dainty rose, 



The queen of every one. ; 



The pea is but a wanton witch, 



In too much liaste to wed, -i 



And clasps her rings on every hand ; i 



The wolfsbane I should dread : ] 



Nor will I dreary rose marye, ! 



That always mourns the dead ; j 



But I will woo the dainty rose, ^ 



With her cheeks of tender red. i 



The lily is all in white, like a saint, 



And so is no mate for me ; -] 



And the daisy's cheek is tipped with a blush, j 



She is of such low degree ; \ 



Jasmine is sweet and has many loves, ; 



And the broom's betrothed to the bee ; ' 



But I will plight with the dainty rose, .^ 



For fairest of all is she. ^ 



—Thomas IIood, j 



*' God Almightie first Planted a Garden, and indeed it is the Purest 

 of Human pleasures. It is the Greatest Refreshment to the Spirits of 

 Man ; without which Buildings and Palaces arc but Grosse Handy- 

 works : And a man shall ever sec that when Ages grow to Civility and 

 Elegancie, Men come to Build Stately sooner than to Garden Finely ; 

 As if Gardening wece the Greater Perfection."— Bacon. 



