Cornel

With cornel shrubs and many a prickly spear / of myrtle crowned, it chanced a mound was near.

Cornels, and ſalvage Berries of the Wood, / And Roots and Herbs have been my meagre Food.

Meanwhile the goddess in disdain bestows / The mast and acorn, brutal food! and strows / The fruits and cornel, as their feast, around