To welcome home Veronia or to the Spring on May day 1650

Welcome faier Season that dost bless
Again the fields with newer dress
For wher of late lay flakes of snowe
Ther fresh grass springs and flowers growe
 The fortune-tellers heer appeer
 Getting the mayden head o'th'year
 And by some even leafs discover
 What shall betide to evry lover
Next of the same complexions die
T'enrich more natures tapistry
The guilded cowslip shewes its head
And soe the Mead's embroydered
 Corn grounds with Poppy-rubye's set
 Inameld green like Carkanet
 Bejewel Earth whilst on each hill
 White fethers grow of Daffadil
And every plain deserves its prayses
For pregnancy in silver Dazies
 The bottom of a hedg begetts
 Esteem from Saphir Violetts
 Whose purple-mantelings maintain
 They of all else are soveraign
 Ther being none for sight or smell
 That howld with them true paralell
  Allthough the guarden would out vie
  In painted Tulips sophestry
  Or dappld Gilleflowers produce
  Faint coulerd Pink, or flower deluce
  Great Crimson Pionyes or all
  The wives delight growes still by wall
  Graunt it in healing balm be fertil
  Or houlsom sage or greener Myrtle
  Blew Lavender and herb of grace
  Mint, savin that with some takes place
  Or that which ore all thinges will come
  Time, savry, or sweet marjerom
  The charmes most mortall cares controwle
  (Soucy in french) our Marygould
  Whose radiant leavs their welths' display
  At th'opening of the Orient day
  Then shut again as sable night
  Her curtain drawes to bannish light
Kitt run-by-street or litle pancy
Party per pale to sute each fancy
 Crispt Camamil whose worths exprest
 In thriving best when most it's prest
 And like a worthy of renown
 Growes better for being trodden down
  Yet none of these shall ere reposum
  Wher Violet may in Her soft bosom
The woodbine to bewitch the sence
Of smelling bears preheminence
Yet cause its figure under is
It cannot claym soe great a bliss
  Though Nature wills Ther be contest
  Mongst these which look and sent the best
  Unto which suffrage she Discloses
  Those which in both excell the Roses
  Damask, and White, and red: yet nowe
  Veronia's lip, her cheek, her browe
  Drawn to my mind soe farr surpass
  All those again, as those doe grass.