OF THIS GARDEN OF THE MUSES THOU which delight'st to view this goodly plot, Of speciall vertue, and most precious juyce, And nourished with his celestiall Beames, And watered by the Muses and the Graces, With the fresh dew of those Castalian streames. What sente or colour canst thou but devise That is not here, that may delight the sense? That in aboundance is not gather'd hence? Belvedére; or, The Garden |