THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 215 
Pink , Variegated.— Bianthus. — Refusal. 
Retire, I beg you! leave me! — Dry den, 
Pjeony. — Paeonia. — Bashful Shame. 
I have marked a thousand blushing apparitions to 
start into her face; a thousand innocent shames in 
angel whiteness bear away those blushes. — Shaks, 
Pink, White.— Ingenuousness. 
Nor strove she with dissembling art to hide 
A love at once her happiness and pride. 
Pink, Indian. — B. Chinensis. — Aversion. 
Shall I go on ? Or have I said enough ? — Milton, 
Pink, Red. — Lively and pure Affection. 
He loves you with such pure and holy fire, 
As will not, cannot but with life expire. — Dryden. 
Poppy, White. — Papaver Somniferum. — My bane, my 
antidote. 
Boomed to heal, or doomed to kill; 
Fraught with good, or fraught with ill. 
Mrs . Robinson, 
Poppy, Red. — C onsolation. 
Thy gentle voice shall whisper kinder things. 
Shenstone, 
Phlox. — Unanimity. 
Whose souls do bear an equal share of love. — Shaks, 
Periwinkle, White. — Vinca— Pleasing Remembrances. 
Some little friendship formed and cherished here. 
Rogers, 
Passion Flower.— Passiflora. — Susceptibility. 
Young men’s love then lies not truly in their hearts, 
but in their eyes. — Shaks, 
