Flowers
I will not have the mad Clytie,Whose head is turned by the sun;The tulip is a courtly queen,Whom, therefore, I will shun;The cowslip is a country wench,The violet is a nun; -But I will woo the dainty rose,The queen of everyone.
The pea is but a wanton witch,In too much haste to wed,And clasps her rings on every handThe wolfsbane I should dread; -Nor will I dreary rosemaryThat always mourns the dead; -But I will woo the dainty rose,With her cheeks of tender red.
The lily is all in white, like a saint,And so is no mate for me -And the daisy's cheek is tipped with blush,She is of such low degree;Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves,And the broom's betrothed to the bee; -But I will plight with the dainty rose,For fairest of all is she.
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