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now. Eii. You're in the right: as I have rang'd my several 

 Plants into several Troops, so every Troop has its Standard to 

 itself with a peculiar Motto. The Marjoram's Word is Abstine 

 Sus, non tibi spiro : My perfume was never made for the Snout 

 of a Sow ; being a Fragrancy to which the Sow has a natural 

 Aversion. And so every other Herb has something in the Title 

 to denote the particular Virtue of the Plant. Ti. I have seen 

 nothing yet that pleases me better than this Fountain. It is the 

 Ornament, the Relief, and Security of the whole Garden. But 

 for this Cistern (Bason) here, that with so much satisfaction to 

 the Eye, waters the whole Ground in Chanels, at such equal 

 Distances, that it shows all the Flowers over again, as in a 

 Looking-Glass ; k this Cistern, I say, is it of Marble ? Eu. 

 Not a word of that, I prithee. How should Marble come 

 hither? 'tis only a Paste that's covered over with an arti- 

 ficial Counterfeit. . . . Ti. But how comes it that all your 

 Made-Hedges are Green too ? Eu. Because I would have 

 everything Green here. Some are for a Mixture of Red to 

 set off the other. But I am still for Green ; as every Man 

 has his Fancy, though it be but in a Garden. Ti. The Garden 

 is very fine of itself, but these three Walks, methinks, take off 

 very much from the Lightsomness and Pleasure of it. Eu. 

 There do I either Study, or Walk, or Talk with a Friend, or Eat 

 a Dish of Meat, according as the Humour takes me. Ti. And 

 could you not content yourself with so neat and well-finish'd a 

 Garden in Substance, without more Gardens in Picture over and 

 above. Eu. First, one piece of Ground will not hold all sorts of 

 Plants. Secondly, 'tis a double Pleasure to compare painted 

 Flowers with the Life . . . and lastly, the Painting holds fresh 

 and green all the Winter, when the Flowers are dead and 

 vvither'd. . . . Eu. These Walks serve me so many Purposes. 

 But if you please we'll take a View of 'em nearer Hand. See 

 how green 'tis under Foot ; and ye have the Beauty of painted 

 Flowers in the very Chequering of the Pavement. Here's a 

 Wood now in Fresco-, there's a strange Variety of Matter in't; 

 so many Trees, and but one of a sort; and all exprest to the 



