MONOGRAPH 



OF THE GENUS 



A N M I A. 



" Why, love forswore me ia my mother's womb , 

 And, for 1 should not deal in her soft laws. 

 She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe 

 To shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub ; 

 To make an envious mountain on my back, 

 Where sits deformity to mock my body ; 

 To disproportion me in every part. 

 Like to a chaos . . . 



But to command, to check, to o'erbear such 

 As are of better person than myself, 

 I can add colours to the chameleon. 

 Change shapes with Proteus." 



Sliaksfeare 



