THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 219 
And some there were, too proud to bow 
To fickle beauty’s tyrant chain, 
Who scorn’d to ask a heartless vow. 
And could not love a thing so vain — 
And so they left her, one by one. 
Till all save one alone, were gone. 
And did he then his suit prefer ? 
And did she listen to his vow ? 
No, lady, he had worshipped her, 
But he could only pity now. 
He scorn’d the love that could be won 
Only because the rest were gone ! 
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Ragged Robin. — Lychnis Flos Cuculi. — Wit. 
With Cupid’s arrow she hath Dian’s wit. — Shahs . 
Ranunculus. — Ranunculus. — I am dazzled by your 
charms. 
Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike. — Pope. 
Rose Campion. — Agrostemma Coronaria. — Only deserve 
my love. 
My love is thine to teach. — Shaks. 
Rosemary.— Rosmarinus Officinale. — Remembrance. 
Keep this remembrance for thy Julia’s sake. — Shaks . 
Rue. — Ruta. — Disdain. 
And she I love, or laughs at all my pain, 
Or knows her worth too well and pays me with dis- 
dain . — Dry den. 
