The expression, some such purpose in his eye—
Nascitur ordo! Every storm is laid,
And forth from plain each pleasant herb may peep,
Each bloom of wifehood in abeyance late:
(Confer a passage in the Canticles.)
But what if, as 't is wont with plant and wife,
Flowers—after a suppression to good end,
Still, when they do spring forth—sprout here, spread there,
Anywhere likelier than beneath the foot
O' the lawful good-man gardener of the ground?