ANDREW MARVELL

Reform the errors of the Spring; Make that the tulips may have share Of sweetness, seeing they are fair, And roses of their thorns disarm ;

But most procure That violets may a longer age endure.

But O, young beauty of the woods, Whom Nature courts with fruits and flowers,

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds; Lest Flora, angry at thy crime To kill her infants in their prime, Do quickly make th' example yours ; And ere we see, Nip in the blossom all our hopes and thee.

��Thoughts in a Garden

LJT OW vainly men themselves amaze

To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow-verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid ; While all the flowers and trees do close To weave the garlands of repose!

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men :

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