flora’s dial. 59 
'April 21. 
WILD HONEY-SUCKLE. — Inconstancy. 
Right as a mirror that nothing may impresse, 
But lightly as it cometh, so mote it passe, — 
So fair’s your love, your works hear witnesse 
There is no faith may your heart embrace, 
But as a wedercocke, that turneth his face 
With every wind, ye change ; and that is seene ; 
Instead of blue, may ye always wear greene ! 
Chaucer. 1370. 
<April 22. 
YELLOW JASMINE. — Grace. 
To thy lover 
Dear, discover 
That sweet blush of thine, that shameth 
(When those roses 
It discloses,) 
All the flowers that Nature nameth. 
In free air, 
Blow thy hair ; 
That no more summer’s best dresses 
Be beholden 
Eor their golden 
Locks, to Phoebus’ flaming tresses. Crashaw. 
