Under A Lawn, Than Skies More Clear, Some Ruffled Roses Nestling Were, And Snugging There, They Seem'D To Lie As In A Flowery Nunnery; They Blush'D, And Look'D More Fresh Than Flowers Quickened Of Late By Pearly Showers; And All, Because They Were Possest But Of The Heat Of Julia'S Breast, Which, As A Warm And Moisten'D Spring, Gave Them Their Ever-Flourishing.