Nor Plum though yellower than wax virginal, Nor Sorb that stayeth slippery stomach-flux. My branches bear not best of Mulberries, Or oval Filbert men 'Avellan' clepe, Or Almond gleaming with a rosy flame. I greed not Coleworts or fine greens to grow, Or Beets of bigness by no garden borne, Or Scallion ever shooting at the head,