'But apples plants of such a price,
No tree could ever bear them twice.'
'And does in the pom'granates close
Jewels more rich than Ormus shows.'
'He hangs in shades the orange bright
Like golden lamps in a green night'
'And throws the melons at our feet,'
'Where he the huge sea-monsters wracks,
That lift the deep upon their backs,'
Where the remote Bermudas ride
In the ocean's bosom unespied,'