Like winter rose and summer yce,
Her joyes are still untymelye;
Before her hope, behind remorse,
Fayre first, in fyne unseemely.
Edmund Spenser (1598) describes a garden in The Faerie Queene:
There the most daintie Paradise on ground
It selfe did offer to his sober eye,
In which all pleasures plenteously abownd,
And none does others' happinesse envye;
The painted flowres, the trees upshooting hye,