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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 1711 stick, 
And here and there (though sparely) 
The pleasant primrose down J’ll prick, 
Like pearls that will shew rarely ; 
Then with these marygolds I’ll make 
My garland somewhat swelling, 
These honeysuckles then I’ll take, 
Whose sweets shall help their smelling. 
The lily and the fleur-de-lis, 
For colour much contenting, 
For that I them do only prize, 
They are but poor in scenting. 
The daffodil most dainty is, 
To match with these in meetness ; 
The columbine compared to this, 
All much alike for sweetness. 
These in their natures only are 
Fit to emboss the border, 
Therefore, I’ll take especial care 
To place them in their order: 
Sweet-williams, campions, sops-in-wine, 
One by another neatly : 
Thus have I made this wreath of mine, 
And finished it featly. 















