" For whereas euery other pleasure commonly filles some 

 one of our sences, and that onely, with delight, this makes 

 all our sences swimme in pleasure, and that with infinite va- 

 riety, ioyned with no less commodity. 



" That famous philosopher, and matchlesse orator, M. T. 

 C. prescribeth nothing more fit, to take away the tedious- 

 nesse and heauy load of three or foure score yeeres, than 

 the pleasure of an Orchard. 



" What can your eyes desire to see, your eares to hear, 

 your mouth to tast, or your nose to smell, that is not to be 

 had in an Orchard, with abundance and variety? What 

 more delightsome than an infinite variety of sweet smelling 

 flowers ? decking with sundry colours, the greene mantle of 

 the earth, vniuersall mother of vs all, so by them bespotted, 

 so dyed, that all the world cannot sample them, and wherein 

 it is more fit to admire the Dyer, than imitate his workeman- 

 ship. Colouring not onely the earth, but decking the ayre, 

 and sweetning euery breath and spirit. 



" The rose red, damaske, veluet, and double double pro- 

 uince rose, the sweet muske rose, double and single, the 

 double and single white rose. The faire and sweet senting 

 woodbinde, double and single, and double double. Purple 

 cowslips, and double cowslips, and double double cowslips. 

 Primerose double and single. The violet nothing behinde 

 the best, for smelling sweetly. A thousand more will pro- 

 uoke your content. 



" And all these, by the skill of your gardner, so comely, 

 and orderly placed in your borders and squares, and so in- 

 termingled, that none looking thereon, cannot but wonder, 

 to see, what Nature corrected bv Art can doe. 



