He therefore chooses a less dang’rous Fray,
And summons all his Country’s Plants away:
Forthwith in decent Order they appear,
And various Fruits on various Branches wear.
Like Amazons they stand in painted Arms,
Coca alone appeared with little Charms,
Yet led the Van, our scoffing Venus scorn’d
The shrub-like tree, and with no Fruit adorn’d,
The Indian Plants, said she, are like to speed
In this dispute of the most fertile Breed,