INTRODUCTION. 29 
Here damask roses, white and red, 
Out of my lap first take I, 
Which still shall run along the thread: 
My chiefest flower this make I. 
Amongst these roses in a row, 
Next place I pinks in plenty, 
These double pansies then for show, 
And will not this be dainty? 
The pretty pansy then I'll tye 
Like stones some chain inchasing; 
And next to them, their near ally, 
The purple violet, placing. 
The curious choice clove Julyflower, 
Whose kindhight the carnation, 
For sweetness of most sovereign power, 
Shall help my wreath to fashion ; 
Whose sundry colours of one kind, 
First from one root derived, 
Them in their several suits I'll bind : 
My garland so contrived. 
A course of cowslips then I'll stick, 
And here and there (though sparely) 
The pleasant primrose down I'll prick, 
Like pearls that will show rarely; 
