The  who, in habit white and plain,
Comes on the  of fair FLORA's train;
The Coxcomb  flow'r of simple note,
Who by her side struts in a  coat;
The  idly glaring to the view,
Who, tho' no Clown, his birth from Holland drew,
Who, once full-dress'd, fears from his place to stir,
The Fop of flow'rs, the MORE of a Parterre;
The  who her  in marriage meets,
And brings her dowry in surrounding sweets;
The  silver Mistress of the vale,
The  of SHARON which perfumes the gale;
The  with which the Queen of flow'rs
To charm her God adorns his fav'rite bow'rs,
Which Brides, by the plain hand of neatness drest,
Unenvied rival, wear upon their breast,
Sweet as the incense of the Morn, and chaste
As the pure Zone, which circles DIAN's waist;
All flow'rs, of various names, and various forms,
Which the Sun into strength and beauty warms,
From the dwarf  which, like infants, clings,
And fears to leave the earth from whence it springs,
To the proud Giant of the garden race,
Who, madly rushing to the Sun's embrace,
O'ertops her fellows with aspiring aim,
Demands his wedded Love, and bears his name;
All, One and All, shall in this Chorus join,
And, dumb to others 'praise, be loud in mine.