William Cowper - Horace, Book I. Ode XXXVIII.

Boy, I hate their empty shows, <br />Persian garlands I detest, <br />Bring not me the late-blown rose, <br />Lingering after all the rest. <br />Plainer myrtle pleases me, <br />Thus outstretch'd beneath my vine; <br />Myrtle more becoming thee, <br />Waiting with thy master's wine.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/horace-book-i-ode-xxxviii/