@3Now hath Flora robbed her bowers To befriend this place with flowers: Strow about, strow about! The sky rained never kindlier showers. Flowers with bridals well agree, Fresh as brides and bridegrooms be: Strow about, strow about! And mix them with fit melody. Earth hath no princelier flowers Than roses white and roses red, But they must still be mingled: And as a rose new plucked from Venus' thorn, So doth a bride her bridegroom's bed adorn. Divers divers flowers affect For some private dear respect: Strow about, strow about! Let every one his own protect; But he's none of Flora's friend That will not the rose commend. Strow about, strow about! Let princes princely flowers defend: Roses, the garden's pride, Are flowers for love and flowers for king, In courts desired and weddings: And as a rose in Venus' bosom worn, So doth a bridegroom his bride's bed adorn.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ORACLES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO TO THINK OF TIME by WALT WHITMAN TO SAN FRANCISCO by S. J. ALEXANDER BOX-CAR LETTERS by KARLE WILSON BAKER HUSBANDMAN'S SONG, FR. KING RENE'S HONEYMOON by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |