PINK, Red, double. 



(Continued.) 



I will send the pink, the emblem of my dear, 

 For she 's the pink of womankind, and blooms without 

 a peer Burns. 



'Tis a token of all the heart can keep 



Of holy love, in its fountain deep Anon. 



This pink is one of Cupid's carriers Shaks. 



Oh, tell her that my virtuous flame 



Is, as her spotless soul, refin'd. . . Thomson. Song. 



PINK, Variegated. 

 Dianthus variegatus. 



Refusal. Too much, Alexis, I have heard 



But you shall promise, ne'er again 

 To breathe your vows, or speak your pain. . . Prior. 



(Take my esteem, if you on that can live ; 

 Fdr frankly, sir, 'tis all I have to give. . . Dryden. 



It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, 



Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, 



That woman's love can win. * * * 



But what it is, hard is to say, harder to hit. . Milton. 



PINK, White. Ingenuousness. 



Dianthus albus. 



Whate'er the emotions of her heart, 

 Still shone conspicuous in her eyes 



Stranger to every female art, 



Alike to feign, or to disguise. . . 



Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes. 



Shaw. 

 . Byron. 



If tenderness touch'd her, the dark of her eye 

 At once took a darker, a heavenlier dye, 

 From the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealings 

 From the innermost shrine, came the light of her feelings. 



Moore. 



Each beauty of her mind and face, 

 Was brighten'd by some sweet peculiar grace ! 

 How eloquent in every look 



Through her expressive eyes, her soul distinctly spoke. 



Lyttelton. 



And the soft language of the soul 



Flow'd from her never-silent eye. . . . Cartwright. 



