VIOLET, Blue. 

 Viola odorata. 



Love. 



For thee I '11 lock up all the gates of love. . . Shake. 



Love, then, hath every bliss in store : 



'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more. 



Not to know love, is not to live Gay. 



Love is a celestial harmony 



Of likely hearts, composed of stars' consent, 



Which join together, in sweet sympathy, 



To work each other's joy and sweet content. Spencer. 



Endearing strife, 



That carries friendship to her noon-tide point, 

 And gives the rivet to eternity Young. 



What can earth produce but love 



To represent the joys above Anon. 



A woman's love, deep in the heart, 

 Is like the violet flower, 



That lifts its modest head apart 

 In some sequester'd bower. 



Anon. 



Unhappy fate of doubtful maid ! 

 Her tears may fall, her bosom swell, 

 But even to the desert ^hade 

 She never must her secret tell. 



W. Smyth. 



The love-sick violet, and primrose pale, 



Bow their sweet heads, and whisper to the gale. 



Darwin. 



VIOLET, White. 

 V. O. 



Modesty. 



Sweet as spring-time flowers ! Shaks. 



The blushing beauties of a modest maid. 



Dryden's Ovid. 



Her looks do argue her replete with modesty. Shaks 



The violet 's for modesty, which weel she sets to wear. 



Burns. 



The meek mountain daisy, with delicate crest, 

 And the violet whose eye told the heaven of her breast. 



Mrs. Sigourney. 



The modest virtues mingled in her eyes 

 Still on the ground dejected, darting all 

 Their humid beams into the blooming flowers. 



Thomson. 



And such, methought, whilst bending to the stem, 

 Is modest virtue's pure and simple gem ; 



