Hang far out from their cones on a bright silver thread;
How white lilies, azalias, enliven the green,
But will speak of the south, which will vary the scene.
[p19]
“The Puma, the Llama, and tapir elate,
Tell their tales of the Mexican gardens and state;
That in midst of a lake those bright swimming isles float,
Which are paddled about like a raft or a boat;
Then they boast of the flowers, the pepper, and maize,
And give one accounts of the natives’ strange ways:
If a man be annoy’d by his neighbour, they say,