GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
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Nor even then, dismissing as perform’d 
Ilis pleasant work, may he suppose it done ; 
Few self-supported flow’rs endure the wind 
Uninjur’d, but expect th’ upholding aid 
Of the smooth-shaven prop, and, neatly tied, 
Are wedded thus, like beauty to old age 
For int’rest sake, the living to the dead. 
Some clothe the soil that feeds them, far 
diffus’d 
And lowly creeping, modest and yet fair, 
Like virtue, thriving most where little seen: 
Some more aspiring catch the neighbour shrub 
With clasping tendrils, and invest his branch, 
Else unadorn’d, with many a gay festoon. 
And fragrant chaplet, recompensing well 
The strength they borrow with the grace they 
lend. 
All hate the rank society of weeds. 
Noisome, and ever greedy to exhaust 
The impov’rish’d earth ■ an overbearing race. 
That, like the multitude made faction-mad. 
Disturb good order, and degrade true worth. 
THE GREEN-HOUSE. 
COWPER. 
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too- 
Unconscious of a less propitious clime. 
