• Even in the stifling bosom of the town,
    A garden, in which nothing thrives, has charms
    That soothes the rich possessor; much consol'd,
    That here and there some sprigs of mournful mint,
    Or nightshade, or valerian, grace the well
    He cultivates.

    William Cowper (1810). “The Task: A Poem. In Six Books”, p.125