The Mower Against Gardens

Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use,
  Did after him the World seduce:

And from the Fields the Flow'rs and Plants allure,
  Where Nature was most plain and pure.

He first enclos'd within the Gardens square
  A dead and standing pool of Air:

And a more luscious Earth for them did knead,
  Which stupifi'd them while it fed.

The Pink grew then as double as his Mind;
  The nutriment did change the kind.

With strange perfumes he did the Roses taint.
  And Flow'rs themselves were taught to paint.

The Tulip, white, did for complexion seek;
  And learn'd to interline its cheek:

Its Onion root they then so high did hold,
  That one was for a Meadow sold.

Another World was search'd, though Oceans new,
  To find the Marvel Of Peru.

And yet these Rarities might be allow'd,
  To Man, that Sov'raign thing and proud;

Had he not dealt between the Bark and Tree,
  Forbidden mixtures there to see.

No Plant now knew the Stock from which it came;
  He grafts upon the Wild the Tame:

That the uncertain and adult'rate fruit
  Might put the Palate in dispute.

His green Seraglio has its Eunuchs too;
  Lest any Tyrant him out-doe.

And in the Cherry he does Nature vex,
 To procreate without a Sex.

'Tis all enforc'd; the Fountain and the Grot;
  While the sweet Fields do lye forgot:

Where willing Nature does to all dispence
 A wild and fragrant Innocence:

And Fauns and Faryes do the Meadows till,
  More by their presence then their skill.

Their Statues polish'd by some ancient hand,
  May to adorn the Gardens stand:

But howso'ere the Figures do excel,
 The Gods themselves with us do dwell.