The Parliament of Roses to Julia

I dreamt the Roses one time went

To meet and sit in Parliament;

The place for these, and for the rest

Of flowers, was thy spotless breast.

Over the which a state was drawn

Of tiffany, or cob-web lawn;

Then in that Parly all those powers

Voted the Rose the Queen of flowers;

But so, as that herself should be

The Maid of Honour unto thee.