1570(?)
Then doth the joyfull feast of John the Baptist take his turne,
When bonfires great with loftie flame, in every town doe burne;
And yong men round about with maides doe daunce in every streete,
With garlands wroughte of motherworth, or else with vervain sweete.
Barnaby Googe.
'Twas midsummer;
The warm earth teemed with flowers; the kingcups gold,
The perfumed clover, 'mid the crested grass;