Columbine
   
   
      "And can the physician make sick men well,
       And can the magician a fortune divine
       Without lily, germander, and sops in wine?
                  With sweet-brier,
                     And bon-fire,
                  And strawberry-wire,
                     And columbine."


       "Within and out, in and out, round as a ball,
        With hither and thither, as straight as a line,
        With lily, germander, and sops in wine.
                   With sweet-brier
                      And bon-fire
                   And strawberry-wire
                      And columbine,"
   
   
       "Any lass for a Duke, a Duke who wears green,
        In lands where the sun and the moon do not shine,
        With lily, germander, and sops in wine.
                   With sweet-brier
                      And bon-fire
                   And strawberry-wire
                      And columbine,"
   
   
      "When Aubrey did live there lived no poor,
       The lord and the beggar on roots did dine
       With lily, germander, and sops in wine.
                  With sweet-brier,
                     And bon-fire,
                  And strawberry-wire,
                     And columbine."
   
   
"There are windfalls of dreams, there's a wolf in the stars,
       And Life is a nymph who will never be thine,
       With lily, germander, and sops in wine.
                  With sweet-brier,
                     And bon-fire,
                  And strawberry-wire,
                     And columbine."