Forewords 3 5 



Florists 



We smile at florists, we despise their joy, 



And think their hearts enamored of a toy: 



But are those wiser whom we most admire. 



Survey with envy, and pursue with fire? 



What's he who sighs for wealth, or fame or power? 



Another Florist doting on a flower; 



A short liv'd flower; and which has often sprung 



From sordid arts. 



Young: Love of Fame. 



