The Daisy Scatter'D On Each Mead And Down, A Golden Tuft Within A Silver Crown; (Fair Fall That Dainty Flower! And May There Be No Shepherd Grac'D That Doth Not Honour Thee!) The Primrose, When With Six Leaves Gotten Grace Maids As A True-Love In Their Bosoms Place; The Spotless Lily, By Whose Pure Leaves Be Noted The Chaste Thoughts Of Virginity; Carnations Sweet With Colour Like The Fire, The Fit Impresas For Inflam'D Desire; The Harebell For Her Stainless Azur'D Hue Claims To Be Worn Of None But Those Are True; The Rose, Like Ready Youth, Enticing Stands, And Would Be Cropp'D If It Might Choose The Hands, The Yellow Kingcup Flora Them Assign'D To Be The Badges Of A Jealous Mind; The Orange-Tawny Marigold: The Night Hides Not Her Colour From A Searching Sight.... The Columbine In Tawny Often Taken, Is Then Ascrib'D To Such As Are Forsaken; Flora'S Choice Buttons Of A Russet Dye Is Hope Even In The Depth Of Misery. From Britannia'S Pastorals.