Edward Henry Palmer

I don't know any greatest treat
        As sit him in a gay parterre,
    And sniff one up the perfume sweet
        Of every roses buttoning there.

    It only want my charming miss
        Who make to blush the self red rose;
    Oh! I have envy of to kiss
        The end's tip of her splendid nose.

    Oh! I have envy of to be
        What grass 'neath her pantoffle push,
    And too much happy seemeth me
        The margaret which her vestige crush.

    But I will meet her nose at nose,
        And take occasion for her hairs,
    And indicate her all my woes,
        That she in fine agree my prayers.

                        The Envoy

    I don't know any greatest treat
        As sit him in a gay parterre,
    With Madame who is too more sweet
        Than every roses buttoning there.