A quiet resting from all jealousy;
A thing we all pursue; I know besides
It is but giving over of a game
That must be lost.
From Philaster: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
[284]. "All the Flowers."
" ... But those which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but being trodden upon and crushed, are three—that is, burnet, wild thyme, and watermints. Therefore you are to set whole alleys of them, to have the pleasure when you walk or tread."
An Essay on Gardens, Francis Bacon
Bring, too, some branches forth of Daphne's hair,
And gladdest myrtle for the posts to wear,