So nature, when she fruit designs, thinks fit
By beauteous blossoms to proceed to it;
And whilst she does accomplish all the spring,
Birds to her secret operations sing.
'Poem to the King's most Sacred Majesty' (1663)
So nature, when she fruit designs, thinks fit
By beauteous blossoms to proceed to it;
And whilst she does accomplish all the spring,
Birds to her secret operations sing.
'Poem to the King's most Sacred Majesty' (1663)