Her hand he seis'd, and to a shadie bank,Thick overhead with verdant roof imbowr'dHe led her nothing loath; Flours were the Couch,Pansies, and Violets, and Asphodel,And Hyacinth, Earths freshest softest lap.
1667, John Milton, “Book IX”, in Paradise Lost. […], London: […] [Samuel Simmons], […]; republished as Paradise Lost in Ten Books: […], London: Basil Montagu Pickering […], 1873,