Guests. We like your Motion very well.

Hi. There is a little Spring sweeter than any Wine.

Ca. How comes it about, that your Garden is neater than your Hall?

Hi. Because I spend most of my Time here.  If you like any Thing that is here, don’t spare whatever you find.  And now if you think you have walk’d enough, what if we should sit down together under this Teil Tree, and rouze up our Muses.

Pa. Come on then, let us do so.

Hi. The Garden itself will afford us a Theme.

Pa. If you lead the Way, we will follow you.

Hi. Well, I’ll do so.  He acts very preposterously, who has a Garden neatly trimm’d up, and furnish’d with various Delicacies, and at the same Time, has a Mind adorn’d with no Sciences nor Virtues.

Le. We shall believe the Muses themselves are amongst us, if thou shalt give us the same Sentence in Verse.

Hi. That’s a great Deal more easy to me to turn Prose into Verse, than it is to turn Silver into Gold.

Le. Let us have it then: 

Hi.  Cui renidet hortus undiquaque flosculis,
        Animumque nullis expolitum dotibus
        Squalere patitur, is facit praepostere.

        Whose Garden is all grac’d with Flowers sweet,
        His Soul mean While being impolite,
        Is far from doing what is meet._

Here’s Verses for you, without the Muses or Apollo; but it will be very entertaining, if every one of you will render this Sentence into several different Kinds of Verse.

Le. What shall be his Prize that gets the Victory?

Hi. This Basket full, either of Apples, or Plumbs, or Cherries, or Medlars, or Pears, or of any Thing else he likes better.

Le. Who should be the Umpire of the Trial of Skill?

Hi. Who shall but Crato?  And therefore he shall be excused from versifying, that he may attend the more diligently.

Cr. I’m afraid you’ll have such a Kind of Judge, as the Cuckoo and Nightingal once had, when they vy’d one with the other, who should sing best.

Hi. I like him if the rest do.

Gu. We like our Umpire.  Begin, Leonard.

Le.  Cui tot deliciis renidet hortus,
       Herbis, fioribus, arborumque foetu,
       Et multo et vario, nec excolendum
       Curat pectus et artibus probatis,
       Et virtutibus, is mihi videtur
       Laevo judicio, parumque recto.

       Who that his Garden shine doth mind
       With Herbs and Flowers, and Fruits of various kind;
       And in mean While, his Mind neglected lies
       Of Art and Virtue void, he is not wise._

I have said.

Hi.  Carinus bites his Nails, we look for something elaborate from him.