FIR. 



(Continued.) 



Hopes, which ought not, like things of time, to cloy, 

 And feelings time shall deepen not destroy. Barton. 



Fox GLOVE. 



Digitalis. 



A wish. ^ ' tna * ' were a glove upon that hand, 



That I might touch that cheek ! . . . 



Shaks. 



Ah ! might I breathe my humble vow, 



Might she too deign to lend an ear ! 

 Elvira's self should then allow 



That Armine was at least sincere. 



Wild wish ! to dream the matchless maid 



Would listen to a youth like me ; 

 Or that my vows could e'er persuade, 



Sincere and constant though they be ! Cartwright. 



For myself alone, 

 I would not be ambitious in my wish ; 



Yet for you, 



I would be trebled twenty times myself; 

 A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich, 

 That only to stand high in your account, 

 I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, 



Exceed account ! Shaks. 



FUCHSIA. Th? ambition in my love 



thus plagues itself. 



Love lies-a-bleeding. 



It were all one, 



That I should love a bright particular star, 

 And think to wed it, he is so above me : 

 In his bright radiance and collateral light 

 Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. 



* * * * 



'Twas pretty, though a plague 

 To see him every hour ; to sit and draw 

 His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, 

 In our heart's table ; heart, too capable 

 Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : 

 But now he 's gone, and my idolatrous fancy 

 Must sanctify his relics Shaks. 



I know I love in vain, strive against hope ; 



Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve, 



I still pour out the waters of my love, 



And lack not to lose still ; thus, Indian like, 



Religious in mine error, I adore 



The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, 



But knows of him no more same. 



