nettle
bloom'd a chosen flow'r,
And native thistles flourish'd there.
For
sugar-plum
thou ne'er did'st pine,
Thy teeth no
sweet-meat
ever hurt—
The
nettle
bloom'd a chosen flow'r,
And native thistles flourish'd there.
For
sugar-plum
thou ne'er did'st pine,
Thy teeth no
sweet-meat
ever hurt—
The