Ful gaye was al the grounde, and queynt,
And poudred, as men had it peynt,
With many a freshe and sondry floure
That casten up ful good savoure.
—GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
Low lilies press about thy feet
With violets changing kisses sweet.
—JANE AUSTIN.
Come up, come up, O soft spring airs,
Come from your silver shining seas,