What more delightsome than an infinite varietie of sweet smelling flowers? decking with sundry colours the greene mantle of the Earth, the universall Mother of us all, so by them bespotted, so dyed, that all the world cannot sample them, and wherein it is more fit to admire the Dyer, than imitate his workemanship. Colouring not onely the earth, but decking the ayre, and sweetning every breath and spirit.

There is no emptiness of soul ever for those whose life is devoted to God.

A garden makes all our senses swim with pleasure.

What is paradise, but, a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights.

What more delightsome than an infinite varietie of sweet smelling flowers? decking with sundry colours the greene mantle of the Earth, the universall Mother of us all, so by them bespotted, so dyed, that all the world cannot sample them, and wherein it is more fit to admire the Dyer, than imitate his workemanship. Colouring not onely the earth, but decking the ayre, and sweetning every breath and spirit.

Whoever has not learned to let Nature have her way is not fit for a gardener, or, for that matter, for a contented soul. A garden makes all our senses swim with pleasure.