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Of gardens four books first written in Latine verse by Renatus Rapinus ; and now made English by J.E.; Hortorum libri IV. English
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Rapin, René, 1621-1687.; Evelyn, John, 1655-1699.
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if the ground cannot the Trees maintain In open furrows till it o're again Dig all the barren field with care and toil And for exhausted earth bring better Soil That which comes nearest sand is best of all If it be moist and colour'd well withall Too many weeds from too much moisture rise Destructive weeds a Gardens enemies Now that the plant may with the mold comply What fruits it most approves you first must try Whether the Vine thrives best upon the place Or other trees for there can be no grace In any ground that 's forc'd against its will To bring forth fruit therefore remember still Never with nature any force to use For t is injurious if she should refuse When once the field is levell'd and prepar'd Let it in equal distances be thar'd Appoint the seats in which your trees shall stand Then choose a quince from a selected band And having cut the woody part away Into warm mold you then the Plant may lay Nor think it is unworthy of your hand To make the furrows hollow or t'expand The Earth about the roots for still we find That he who does the laws of planting mind He who from parent-stocks young branches cuts And then in trenches the soft layers puts Seldom repents these necessary pains But rather profit by his care obtains While Fortune waited on the Persian state Cyrus who from Astyages the great Himself deriv'd himself his Gardens till'd How oft astonish'd Tmolus has beheld Th' industrious Prince in planting Trees and Flow'rs And watring them imploy his vacant hours How oft Orontes stopp'd his hasty flood And gazing on the Royal Gardner stood The Sabine vallys heretofore have known When noblest Romans have forsook the town When they their Pomp and Glory laid aside And to the Rake and Plow themselves applied And this employment warlike Fabius chose When he return'd from vanquishing his foes He who in open Senate made decrees Manures his ground and now gives laws to Trees No longer o're his legions he commands But sows the earth with his victorious hands The Glebe by this triumphant swain snbdued Repay'd his pains with timely gratitude Became more fruitful then it was before And better plants and larger apples bore Thus Massinissa when he wonne the day And made false Syphax with his troops obey In tilling of his ground he spent his time And try'd t' improve the barb'rous Libian clime Great Lewis too who carefully attends His Kingdom Government sometimes descends From his high throne and in the Country daigns To please him self and slack his Empires rains For to St Germans if he chance to go To the Versalian hills or Fountainbleau He thinks not that it makes his glory less T' improve his ground his Servants round him press Hundreds with Fruits Hundreds with Flowers strive To fill the place the water some derive Into the Gardens while with watchful eye He oversees the work and equally To ev'ry laborer his duty shows And the same care on all the field bestows Nor dos the King these arts in vain approve The gratefull Earth rewards his Royal love But why should I such great examples name Our age wants nothing that should more inflame Its zeal for since the greatest men now please Themselves in cultivating of their trees Since t is their praise to do do it why should you Refuse this sweet imployment to pursue If fruit of your own raising can invite If in your Villa you can take delight Or can the Country love to that apply Your self and to your Plants no pains deny The Stars if kind or goodness of the soil Help not so much as never-ceasing toil Then let the Earth more frequent tillage know The stubborn Glebe is vanquish'd by the Plow When rain or stormy winds pernicious are When the Suns influence or intemp'rate Air Injurious proves the Tillers industry And culture all defects will soon supply That this is true a Marsian clown has shown Who in a little Garden of his own Which he himself manur'd had store of fruit While all the Country else was destitute The standing Corn you on his ground might view And Apples broke the boughs on which they grew His neighbours quickly envied his success He by Thessalian arts his grounds did dress They said and hastned on his early Corn By herbs upon the Marsian mountains born Or magical insusions then repleat With rage and envy to the judgment-seat They halethe blameless swain where his defence He makes with plain and Rural eloquence His sickle he produces and his spade And rake which by long use were brighter made See here said he the crimes which I have done If tools by time and usage bright are one These are my magick arts these are my charms Then stretching forth his labour stiffned arms His Sabine Dame and Daughters brawny hand Inur'd to work and with the Sun-beams tann'd Thus by his industry his cause he gains So much a field improves by constant pains Hence comes good Corn and hence the Trees are crown'd With leavy boughs hence t is that they abound In their choice fruits in each of which we find A colour proper to it self assign'd Then let the forked Shears the Rake and Prong Crows Barrows Mattocks Rowlers which belong To th' garden be for ever clean and bright Let rust on Arms and Trumpets only light Let useless Helmets in the dust be thrown But let Peace bless the Country and the Town Neglect that ground which culture doth refuse Least there the tiller all his hopes should lose Transfer your pains to some more grateful soil The way of raising Plants now learn a while From all your Garden first a place divide There let the hopeful race be multiplied Seed for your Trees about your fields prepare And let the Stocks confus'd spring ev'ry where There let them all together upward shoot By these supply's your losses you recruit The fairest Plant from stones or kernels grows Then your mix'd Seedlings in no rank dispose Along the walls and beds if from their birth They are accustomed to their mother earth They flourish better be it they derive More proper nourishment from her or thrive With more success where their Forefathers were But you must still a gen'rous stock prefer Whose vigor and whose spirits are no less Then what its ancesters did once possess That 's best which has most joints but those resuse Which at wide distances few buds produce When with due judgment you would choose a place Proper wherein to raise a future race Let it be in the Sun without his aid The ground will languish and the fruit will fade He rules the winds and tempests in the sky And while he views the world with his bright eye He cherishes all things and vital juice Into the witherd herbage can infuse He governs the twelve signs and by him steer The courses of the Earth the Heav'n and year Heav'n if observ'd great benefits imparts Nor less the rayes which glorious Phorbus