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,