As one of the Gardener's men asks, in a question addressed as much to the audience as to the Gardener, Why should we, in the compass of a pale, Keep law and form and due proportion, Showing as in a model our firm estate, When our sea-wallèd garden, the whole land, Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up, Her fruit trees all unpruned, her hedges ruined, Her knots disordered, and her wholesome herbs Swarming with caterpillars? 3.4.41–48
