1835
Ther were, and also thistels thikke,
And breres, brimme for to prikke,
That I ne mighte gete grace
The rowe thornes for to passe,
To sene the roses fresshe of hewe.
1840
I must abide, though it me rewe,
The hegge aboute so thikke was,
That closid the roses in compas.