BALM. 



Melissa officinalis. 



Sympathy. A world of earthly blessings to my soul 



If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. . . . Shaks. 



Love's soft sympathy imparts 

 That tender transport of delight 

 That beats in undivided hearts. . . . Cartwright. 



What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say. 



Shaks. 



BALSAM, Red. 



Touch me not. 

 Impatiens. 



Impatient resolves. 



Let me this fondness from my bosom tear, 

 Let me forget that e'er I thought her fair : 

 Come, cool indifference, and heal my breast, 

 Wearied at length, I seek thy downy rest : 

 No turbulence of passion shall destroy 

 My future ease with flattering hopes of joy. Lyttleton. 



No more my eyes shall view her fatal charms. 



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Not all her arts my steady soul shall move, 



And she shall find that reason conquers love. . same. 



I '11 not be made a soft and dull ey'd fool, 



To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield. Shaks. 



Yield up, O love! thy crown, and hearted throne, 

 To tyrannous hate ! swell, bosom ! with thy fraught, 

 For 'tis of aspic's tongue si ....... same. 



I am Misanthropes, and hate mankind. . . . same. 



BALSAM. Yellow. 

 Noli me tangere. 

 Impatiens. 



Impatience. Impatience waiteth on true sorrow. .... Shaks. 



Who in patience parts with all delight. . . . Byron. 

 They can be meek, that have no other cause. Shaks. 



Was she not all my fondest wish could frame ? 



Did ever mind so much of heaven partake ? . Shaw. 



Ah ! what avail my love and truth ? 



She listens to no lowly swain ; 

 Her charms must bless some happier youth, 



Some youth of Fortune's titled train. 



Yet, will the youth, whoe'er he be, 



In truth or tenderness excel ? 

 Or will he on thy charms like me, 



With fondness never-dying dwell ? 



