Of all trees best she is,
And that I prove will now be right.
Veni, coronaberis.
“Ivy beryth berrys black,
God graunt us all His blysse,
For there shall we nothing lack.
Veni, coronaberis.”
According to an old poem in the British Museum, however, Ivy was considered by some good people only fit to ornament the porches and outer passages of houses, but not the interior.
“Nay my nay, hyt shall not be I wis,
Let Holly have the maystry, as the maner ys.