Chapter 30 No.30

"It was a chosen plot of fertile land,

Amongst wide waves set like a little nest,

As if it had by Nature's cunning hand

Been choycely picked out from all the rest,

And laid forth for ensample of the best.

No daintie flower or herb that grows on ground,

No arborete with painted blossomes drest,

And smelling sweete, but there it