184 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Belvidere. — Scopariadulcis. — I declare against you. 
Miserable most, to love unloved. — Shaks. 
Balsam Apple. — Momordica. — Impatience. 
Impatience waiteth on true sorrow. — Shaks. 
Bay Leaf. — Laurus. — I change but in dying. 
No: let the eagle change his plume, 
The leaf its hue, the flower its bloom; 
But ties around this heart are spun. 
That could not, would not be undone. — Campbell. 
Balm. — Melissa. — Sympathy. 
A world of earthly blessing to my soul, 
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. — Shaks. 
CIj.c SAar. 
BY LORD BYRON. 
When Friendship or Love 
Our sympathies move; 
When Truth, in a glance, shall appear, 
The lips may beguile, 
With a dimple or smile, 
But the test of affection’s a Tear. 
Too oft is a smile 
By the hypocrite’s wile, 
To mark detestation or fear; 
Give me the soft sigh, 
Whilst the soul telling eye 
Is dimm’d, for a time, with a Tear. 
