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The wholesome sage, and lavender still gray,
Ranke smelling rue, and cummin good for eyes,
The roses, reigning in the pride of May,
Sharp hisop, good for green wounds remedies,
Fair marigolds, and bee alluring thyme,
Sweet marjoram, and daisies in their prime,
Cool violets, and Alpine growing still,
Embalmed balm, and cheerful galingale,
Dull popie, and drink quickning setual.veyne-healing verven, and head purging dill,
Sound savorie, and basil heartie-hale,
Fat coleworts, and comforting parsline,
Colde lettuce, and refreshing rosemarie,
And whatso else of vertue, good or ill,
Grew in his garden, fetched from far away,
Of everyone, he takes and tastes at will.


                                                                  'The Fate of the Butterfly' by Edmund Spencer


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