The Four Seasons' flight forgetting,
As they dance round the dial stone;
With a leaf from an old English book,
A Jonquil will serve for a pen.
Let us note from the green arbour's nook,
Flowers masking like women and men.
FIRST in VENUS'S LOOKING GLASS,
You may see where LOVE LIES BLEEDING,
While PRETTY MAIDS all of them pass
With careless hearts quite unheeding.