Inani impetu

THE Crocodile along th' AEgiptian NILE,
That lurkes to make the passenger his pray,
The most of all delightes, to robbe and spoile
The Hunny-hiues, were he not kept away
By Saffron planted, round on every side,
Which this slie theife, could never yet abide.

This Crocodile, I count the Ghostly foe,
Who evermore lies watching, to devoure
Our Hopes encrease, that in the soule doth grow,
Did not the grace divine, this Saffron flower
(Most wholesome herbe) prevent his deadly spight,
And guard the Garden, safely day and night.