60. In the Garden.
1
Rosella
did but look
Upon the Milk-white Rosie bushes,
And presently each Rose forsook
Their white, and vapor'd in Rosella's blushes.
2
She did but cast her eye
Upon the blew-lipt Lavanders,
And presently they did defie
Their own complexion, and did boast of hers.
3
The virid Marjoram
Her sparkling beauty did but see,
And presently their green became
All di'd with Scarlet, blushing, red as she.
4
And when 'tis my delight
My perisht beauty to renew,
Then I accost her, whose first sight
Then turns my pale cheeks to a crimson hue.
5
Brave Artist, then I'le sue
Philosophers no more, to know
Their Elixar; it's all in you,
Prov'd by experience wheresoere you go.