Six Inches good and fit for Use;
But fifteen ripen well the Fruit,
And add a viscous Balm into't;
Then rub'd, drops Tears as if 'twas greiv'd,
Which by a neighbouring Shrub's receiv'd;
As Men set Tubs to catch the Rain,
So does this Shrub its Juice retain,
Which 'cause it wears a colour'd Robe,
Is justly call'd the flow'ring Shrub.
In every Nation springs this Tree,