For this I'd search the soil of different grounds
Nor small nor great should mark its homely bounds:
Complete throughout and large enough for me.
A strong brick wall should bound the outward fence
Where by the suns all cheering influence
And Peach and Pear in ruddy lustre glow.
A five foot bed should follow from the wall
To look complete or save the trees withal
On which small seeds for sallading I'd sow
While curl-leaf Parsley should for edges grow.
My Garden in four quarters I'd divide
To show good taste and not a gaudy pride;
Close to my door in many a wanton curl.
While damask roses did my window grace:
And now a walk as was the plan before
Exactly corresponding with the door
Should lead my footsteps to another bower
Whenever leisure gave the pleasant hour.