I have a garden of my own,/ But so with roses overgrown,/ And lilies, that you would it guess/ To be a little wilderness.

Had it lived long, it would have been / Lilies without, roses within.

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you

Looking at a first assembly is kind of like looking at an overgrown garden. You can't just wade in with a weed whacker; you don't yet know where the stems of the flowers are.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Two Paradises t'were in one, to live in Paradise alone.