By which again a course of Lady-mocks they lay;
The Crow-flower, and thereby the Clorra-flower they stick,
The Daisy over all those sundry sweets so thick,
As Nature doth herself to imitate her right;
Who seems in that her 'pearl' so greatly to delight,
That every plain therewith she powdereth to behold.
The crimson Darnel-flower, the Blue-bottle and gold,
Which, though esteemed but weeds, yet, for their dainty hues,
And for their scent, not ill, they for their purpose choose.
Thus, having told you how the Bridegroom Thames was drest,