"The Nurse-life Wheat within his greene huske growing, Flatters our hope, and tickles our desire, Natures true riches in sweet beauties shewing, Which set all hearts, with labours love, on fire.No lesse faire is the Wheat when golden care, Shewes unto hope the joyes of neare enjoying: Faire and sweet is the bud, more sweet and faire The Rose, which proves that time is not destroying.Caelica, your youth, the morning of delight, Enamel'd o're with beauties white and red, All sense and thoughts did to beleefe invite, That Love and Glorie there are brought to bed; And your ripe yeeres love none; he goes no higher, Turnes all the spirits of Man into desire."