this pleasure even tickle and delight both Senses. Hence, hence all ye Odours of Arabia which serve only to provoke a loathing, in respect of that pure and truly Celestial sweetness that breaths from hence: Langius gently wringing my hand, and not without a smile or too; Fair fall my Gardens, Lipsius saies he; for neither I nor this rustical Flora of mine can pretend any Title to so skilfull and ingenious a commendation. It is yet a true one, Langius (reply'd I) suppose you that I flatter? I speak it with all the seriousness imaginable, the Elysian Fields, are less so than these Gardens of yours. For see what a comeliness and order is every where? How fitly all things are disposed in their Beds and Borders? That the different coloured Marbles in a pavement are not placed with a more becoming Beauty and exactness. What plenty of Herbs and Flowers? What
