I frogbit and arrowhead you eyebright and teasel me, john in the pulpit; your musk, your honeysuckle you my purpling rose
I, all bristly hound’s tongue grasp, you yellow loosestrife me, john in the pulpit, woodruff and butterbur your musk, your honeysuckle red dead-nettle to your blood drop emlets
our vervain, our feverfew and tansy, our bindweed, or bittersweet? our burnt orchid, our mountain everlasting, gold of pleasure, or petty spurge? our self-heal