And all the beauties of the year
Diffuse their odours at your feet,
Who give to ev’ry flow’r its sweet.
IV.
For flow’rs and women are allied;
Both, nature’s glory, and her pride!
Of ev’ry fragrant sweet possest,
They bloom but for the fair one’s breast,
And to the swelling bosom borne,
Each other mutually adorn.