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to three descriptions, not so hackneyed as many others. 
The first is from Giles Fletcher. 
“ Ali suddenly the hill his snow devours, 
In lieu whereof a goodly garden grew, 
As if the snow had melted into flowers, 
Which their sweet breath in subtle vapors threw, 
That all about perfumed spirits flew. 
For whatsoever might aggrate the sense. 
In all the world, or please the appetence. 
Here it was poured out in lavish affluence. 
The garden like a lady fair was cut. 
That lay as if she slumbered m delight, 
And to the open skies her eyes did shut; 
The azure fields of heaven were sembled right 
In a large round, set with the flowers of light; 
The flowers-de-luce, and the round sparks of dew 
That hung upon their azure leaves, did shew 
Like twinkling stars, that sparkle in the evening blue. 
Upon a hilly bank her head she cast, 
On which the bower of Vain-delight was built. 
White and red roses for her face were placed, 
And for her tresses marigolds were spilt; 
Them broadly she displayed, like flaming gilt, 
Till in the ocean the glad day were drowned: 
Then up again her yellow locks she wound, 
And with green fillets in their pretty cauls them bound.” 
