Rosier

on the top ſtood five trees: the firſt was an olive tree, on which hanged a ſhield of the armes of the church of Rome; the ſecond was a pyne aple tree, with the arms of the emperor; the third was a roſyer, with the armes of England; the fourth a braunche of lylies, bearing the armes of France; and the fifth a pomegranet tree, bearing the armes of Spayn

Ne other tire ſhe on her head did weare, But crowned with a garland of ſweete roſiere.

The single nightingale Perch’d in the rosier by, so richly ton’d, That never from that most melodious bird, Singing a love-song to his brooding mate, Did Thracian shepherd by the grave Of Orpheus hear a sweeter melody