THISTLE. 



Carduus. 



Misanthropy. 



He ponders on the world abhors the whole ! Rogers. 



Oh ! that the desert were my dwelling place, 



* * * 



That I might forget all the human race ! . . Byron. 



He sought in solitude to lose his cares ; 



Relief in solitude he sought in vain, 



It serv'd, like music, but to feed his pain. . . . Gay. 



THORN APPLE. 

 Datura stramonium. 



Deceitful charms. An j t h at deceit should steal such gentle shapes. 



Shake. 



Are words, then, only false ? are there no looks 



Mute, but most eloquent ? . . . . L. E. L. 



That mute eloquence which passes speech. . Rogers. 



Mine eyes 



Were not in fault, for she was beautiful ; 

 Mine ears, that heard her flattery ; nor mine heart, 

 That thought her like her seeming ; it had been vicious 

 To have mistrusted her Shake. 



Ah, how have I deserv'd, inhuman maid ! 



To have my faithful service thus repaid ? 



Were all the marks of kindness I receiv'd 



But dreams of joy, that charm'd me and deceiv'd ? 



Or, did you only nurse my growing love, 



That with more pain I might your hatred prove ? 



Lyttelton. 



THYME. 

 Thymus. 



Activity. 



h 



I would chide hasty-footed time for parting us. Shaks. 



But now the moments bring 

 The time of parting, with redoubled wing. . Byron. 



Ah ! never does time travel faster, 



Than when, his way lies among flowers, v. . 



Moore. 



For things so heavenly have such fleetness. . same. 



As I listened to thee, 



The happy hours pass'd by us unperceived, 

 So was my soul fix'd to the soft enchantment. 



Rowe's Tamerlane. 



TUBEROSE. 



Polianthes tuberosa. 



Le plus loin, le plus How love can trifle with itself! 



cher. Fi e ' fi e how wayward is this foolish love ! . 



It so falls out, 



That what we have, we prize not to the worth 

 Whiles we enjoy it ; but, being lack'd and lost, 



Shaks. 



