Was there, and all that nature did omit,
Art playing second natures part, supplyed it.
No tree, that is of count, in greenewood growes, xxii
From lowest Iuniper to Ceder tall,
No flowre in field, that daintie odour throwes,
And deckes his branch with blossomes ouer all,
But there was planted, or grew naturall:
Nor sense of man so coy and curious nice,
But there mote find to please it selfe withall;
Nor hart could wish for any queint deuice,