Herbs, too, she knew, and well of each could speak,
That in her garden sip’d the silvery dew;
Where no vain flower disclos’d a gaudy streak;
But herbs for use, and physic, not a few,
Of grey renown within those borders grew;
The tufted basil, pun-provoking thyme,
Fresh balm, and mary-gold of cheerful hue;
The lowly gill, that never dares to climb;
And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom