WJ THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
ARRANGEMENTS OF A BOUQUET. 
BY NICHOLAS DRAYTON. 
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 tie 
Like stones some chain inchasing; 
And next to them, their near ally, 
The purple violet placing. 
The curious choice clove July flower, 
Whose kind hight 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 suit? I’ll bind: 
My garland so contrived. 
