Spenser here gets all philosophical. The Garden of Adonis is not only the garden for plants but the hotbed for all living things, which mate there freely without “rancor” or “gealosie”, There is no need for a gardener or watering because everything is provided for. All these things spring spontaneously from the eternal Chaos, and as they grow and die their substance is not changed, just their form. The one who puts an end to their lives is Time, who ravages the garden with his scythe. Gods and especially Venus often lament his ravages but there is nothing that they can do.