

BIRD'S-FOOT TREFOIL. 

 Lotus. 



Revenge. I have done penance for contemning love ; 



Whose high imperious thoughts have punished me 

 With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, 

 With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; 

 For in revenge of my contempt of love, 

 Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, 

 And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. 



Shaks. 



Alas ! that love, so gentle in his view, 



Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! . same. 



Box. 



Buxus. 



Constancy. ^ u * ^ am constant as the northern star, 



Of whose true fix'd and resting quality 

 There is no fellow in the firmament ..... Shaks. 



The proof of all the past, 

 Assures the future that my love will last. . . Moore. 



Here is my hand for my true constancy ; 



And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, 



Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, 



The next ensuing hour some foul mischance 



Torment me for my love's forgetfulness! . . Shaks. 



The strong base and building of my love 



Is as the very centre of the earth, 



Drawing all things to it ....... <f. same. 



His thoughts are high, his love is wise 



And though he does not always smile, 



He loves unto the end ....... Montgomery. 



Seasons may roll, 

 But my true soul 

 Burns the same, where'er it goes. 



Moore. 



BROOM. 

 Genista. 



Humility. Humility, that low sweet root, 



From which all heavenly virtues shoot. 



Moore. 



Humility is eldest-born of virtue, 



And claims the birth-right at the throne of Heaven. 



Murphy. 



It is the witness still of excellence, 



To put a strange face on his own perfection. 



Shaks. 



Merit was ever modest known Gay. 



