Oxford Pomona

In Elizabeth's reign Pomona lived. There was not to be found

Among the wood-nymphs any one in all the Oxonian ground

That was so cunning for to keep an orchard as was she,

Nor none so pain-full to preserve the fruit of every tree.

And thereupon she had her name. She cared not for the woods

Nor rivers, but the for boughs that bore both buds

and plenteous fruit. Instead of dart, a grafting hook she bare

With which the overlusty boughs she eft away did pare

That spread out too far, and eft did make therewith a rift

To graft another imp upon the stock within the cleft.

And, lest her trees should die through drought, with water of the springs

She moistened of their sucking roots the little crumpled strings.

This was her love and whole delight.

(paraphrased rather loosely) from Ovid