PLEURISY ROOT ; Cure for the heart- The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope. 



ache. Shaks. 



or, Swallow Wort. 



Hope, heaven-born cherub, still appears, 



Asclepias. Howe'er misfortune seems to lower : 



Her smile the threat'ning tempest clears, 

 And is the rainbow of the shower Anon. 



Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Shaks. 



Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, 



But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. . same. 



You may be pleased to catch at my intent. . . same. 



POLYANTHOS, Lilac Coloured. Confidence. Be as just and gracious unto me, 



As I am confident and kind to thee same. 



Primula. 



Let mutual joys our mutual trust combine, 



And love, and love-born confidence, be thine ! Dryden. 



Thou knowest how fearless is my trust in thee. 



L. E. L. 



POLYANTHOS, The hearts mystery. The love-sick cowslip that head inclines 



Crimson heart. To hide a bleeding heart Hurdis. 



Primula. The rath primrose that forsaken dies. 



Milton's Lycidas. 



The heart hath its mystery, and who may reveal it ; 

 Or who ever read in the depths of their own, 

 How much we never may speak of, yet feel it, 

 But even in feeling it, know it unknown ? . L. E. L. 



A Night in May. 



* * * * None knew 

 If she had loved ; but always did her song 

 Dwell on love's sorrow 



She had a strange sweet voice, the maid who sang 

 " Sleep, heart of mine 

 Why should love awake thee ? 

 Like yon closed rose-bud, 

 To thy rest betake thee. 



Waken, heart, of mine ! 



From such dangerous sleeping ; 



Love's haunted visions 



Ever end in weeping." L. E. L. 



The Ancestress. 



