A CHAPLET OF GARDEN FLOWERS 
BY MICHAEL DRAYTON 
Here Damask Roses, white and red, 
Out of my lap first take I, 
Which still shall runne along the thred, 
My chiefest Flower this make I; 
Among these Roses, in a row, 
Next place I Pinks in plenty, 
These double Daysyes then for show, 
And will not this be dainty ? 
The pretty Pansy then I ’ll tye 
Like Stones some chaine inchasing, 
And next to them their neere Alye, 
The purple Violet placing. 
The curious, choyce, Clove July-flower, 
Whose kinds hight the Carnation, 
For sweetnesse of most soveraine power, 
Shall help my Wreathe to fashion; 
Whose sundry cullers of one kinde 
First from one Root derived; 
Then in their several' sutes I ’ll binde, 
My Garland so contrived. 
