“O,PROSERPINA, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou lett’st fall From Dis’s wagon! 3. daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; 4. violets, dim But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes 5 Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength, a malady Most…