EGLANTINE. I wound to heal. 



European Sweet Briar. 

 Rosa rubiginosa. 



Now show the wound mine eyes have made in theo. 



Shaks. 



I will not cast away my physic, 



But on those that are sick. same. 



Answer. 



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If ever (as that ever may be near) 



You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, 



Then shall you know the wounds invisible 



That love's keen arrows make same. 



Lady. 



Wise men ne'er wail their present woes, 



But presently prevent the way to wail. . . . Shaks. 



I dare for once prescribe for your disease. Dryden. 



I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind, 

 And come every day to my cote, and woo me. Shaks. 



Rejoinder. 



Skill infinite 

 Sweet practitioner, thy physic I will try. . . same. 



ELDER. Compassion. 



Sambucus nigor. 



His sighs and his tears had so wrought on her mind, 

 That in downright compassion, to love she inclined. 



Miss M. Jones. 



When she saw her reasons idly spent, 



And could not move him from his fix'd intent. Dryden. 



The cloud gave way, 

 The mist flew upward, and dissolv'd in day. same. 



An artless passion, fraught with hopes and fears, 

 And nearest happy, when it most despairs. . Gibber. 



Touch but the tender strings 

 Of soft compassion in the heart, and love 

 Will quickly vibrate to its kindred passion. 



Dr. Thomas Franklin's Earl of Warwick. 



EVERLASTING. 

 Gnaphalium. 



Never ceasing So turns the impatient needle to the pole, 



remembrance. Though mountains rise between, and oceans roll. 



Darwin. 



