FLORA’S DIAL. 87 
Jttarcl) 5. 
HOLLY.' — Foresight. 
I know, I see 
Her merit. Needs it now Tpe shown, 
Alas ! to me ? 
How often to myself, unknown, 
This graceful, virtuous, generous maid, 
Have I admired ! How often said, 
What joy to call a heart like hers, one’s own. 
Akenside. 
Jttarcl) fi. 
LOG’S BANE. — Deceit. 
Cruel and false ! could’st thou find none 
Amongst those fools thine eye engrossed, 
But me to practise falsehood on, 
That loved thee most ? 
Farewell ! thou pretty, brittle piece 
Of fine-cut crystal, which once was, 
Of all my fortune and my bliss, 
The only gloss, 
Now something else, — but in its state 
Of former lustre, fresh and green 
My faith shall stand, to show thee what 
Thou shouldst have been. 
Cotton. 
