George Wither,
Pastoral Poems
(1906)
“ Smooth privet, and the sharp-sweet eglantine, With many moe whose leaves and blossoms fair The earth adorn and oft perfume the air. When you unto the highest do attain An intermixture both of wood and plain You shall behold, which, though aloft it lie, Hath downs for sheep and fields for husbandry, So much, at least, as little needeth more, If not enough to merchandise their store. In every row hath nature planted there Some banquet for the hungry passenger. For here the hazel-nut and filbert grows, There bullice, and, a little farther, sloes. ”
