It be with rock or walls of brass,
Ye tower her up as Danæ was;

Think you that this,

Or hell itself, a powerful bulwark is?

I tell ye no; but like a

Bold bolt of thunder he will make his way,
And rend the cloud, and throw

The sheet about like flakes of snow.

All now is hush'd in silence; midwife moon,
With all her owl-eyed issue begs a boon

Which you must grant; that's entrance, with
Which extract all we can call pith

And quintessence

Of planetary bodies; so commence
All fair constellations,

Looking upon ye, that, that nations

Springing from two such fires,

May blaze the virtue of their sires.

END OV VON.

PASTORAL AND DESCRIPTIVE.

Were I to give thee Baptism, I would choose
To christen thee the bride, the bashful muse,
Or muse of roses; since that name does fit
Best with those virgin verses thou hast writ;
Which are so clean, so chaste, as none may fear
Catc the Censor, should he scan each here.

PASTORAL AND DESCRIPTIVE.

II.

HOW THE WALL-FLOWER CAME FIRST,

AND WHY SO CALLED.

Why this flower is now call'd so,
List, sweet maids, and you shall know.
Understand, this firstling was

Once a brisk and bonny lass,
Kept as close as Danae was;
Who a sprightly Springall lov'd:
And to have it fully prov'd,
Up she got upon a wall,
Tempting down to slide withal;
But the silken twist untied,
So she fell; and bruis'd, she dy❜d.
Love, in pity of the deed,
And her loving luckless speed,
Turn'd her to this plant, we call
Now The Flower of the Wall.