'Twill stand all brunts in open Air;
Tho' oft they're overcome with Heat,
And sink with Nurture too replete;
Then Birchen Twigs, if right apply'd
To Back, Fore-part, or either Side——
Support a while, and keep it up,
Tho' soon again the Plant will droop.
Motteux had one very untow'rd,
And thought to mend it with a Cord,
But kill'd the Tree, yet gain'd his End,