Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.
Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.
I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?
Art indeed is long, but life is short.
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.