I've parasites and prince's feather.
5.
For thin tall fops I keep the rush,
For peasants still am nightshade weeding;
For rakes I've devil-in-the-bush,
For sighing strephons, loves-lies-bleeding.
But fairest blooms affection's hand
For constancy and worth disposes,
And gladly weaves at your command
A wreath of amaranths and roses.