The Sad Shepherd. Act 1. Scene 1.
Æglamour.

    HERE! she was wont to go! and here!
     and here!
    Just where those Daisies, Pinks, and Violets grow:
    The world may find the spring just by following her;
    For other print her airy steps ne'er left:
Her treading would not bend a blade of Grass!
Or shake the downy Blow-Ball from his Stalk!
But like the soft West Wind, she shot along,
And where she went, the Flowers took thickest Root,
As she had sow'd'em with her odorous Foot.