Parterre, The

I don't know any greatest treat         As sit him in a gay parterre,     And sniff one up the perfume sweet         Of every roses buttoning there.     It only want my charming miss         Who make to blush the self red rose;     Oh! I have envy of to kiss         The end's tip of her splendid nose.     Oh! I have envy of to be         What grass 'neath her pantoffle push,     And too much happy seemeth me         The margaret which her vestige crush.     But I will meet her nose at nose,         And take occasion for her hairs,     And indicate her all my woes,         That she in fine agree my prayers.                         The Envoy     I don't know any greatest treat         As sit him in a gay parterre,     With Madame who is too more sweet         Than every roses buttoning there.