On His Garden Book

I first would have him understand,
Whoever takes the same in hand,
That by my Contemplations
His mind should not
(Some seeming nought)
Be drawn from any better Thought .
And then, before he doth slight this,
Pray, Let him grant me Sight of his
Rare Garden Meditations;
Perhaps we shall be One at once.
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