LOTOS FLOWER. 



(Continued.) 



Lovers, and madmen, have such scathing brains, 



Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend 



More than cool reason ever comprehends. . . Shaks. 



To nurse strange doubts, and groundless fears. 



Mrs. Barbauld. 



LOTOS LEAF. 



Lotos. 



Recantation. You well may ask 



" Wherefore doth Lysander 

 Deny your love, so rich within his soul?" . . Shaks. 



Have I not managed my contrivance well 



To try your love, and make you doubt of mine ? 



Dryden. 



Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast, 

 (That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest,) 

 Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move 

 Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love, 

 Scatter'd by winds recede, and wild in forests rove. 



Prior. 



Hear, solemn Jove ! and, conscious Venus, hear ! 

 And thou, bright maid, believe me whilst 1 swear ; 

 No time, no change, no future flame, shall move 

 The well-plac'd basis of my lasting love. . . same. 



And here to pledge my vow, I give my hand. Shaks. 



LOVE IN-A-MIST. 

 Nigella damascena. 



Perplexity. Love in these labyrinths his slave detains ! . . Pope. 



Perplexity and doubt distract rny thoughts. 



JEschylus 1 Agamemnon. 



\ In such a maze of love my thoughts are lost. ) 



Addwori's Ovid. 



{ Long, long held by a spell too dear, 

 Thy smile has kept thy loiterer here. 

 Almost it seem'd enough for me, 

 Of heaven, to only gaze on thee ; 

 But love lights high and gallant thought, 

 A rich prize must be dearly bought. . . . L. E. L. 



And must I go " Without the hope 



My foolish heart still clings to, though that hope 



Is like the opiate which may lull awhile, 



Then wake to double torture ?" . '. . . . . same. 



