FLORA’S DIAL. 61 
April 25. 
PEACH BLOSSOM. — I am yours. 
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all ; 
What hast thou then, more than thou hadst 
before ? 
No love, my love, but thou mayst true love call ; 
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. 
Shakspeare. 
April 2G. 
BRIDAL ROSE. — Happy Love. 
How blest will you be, what joys will be known, 
When wedlock’s soft bondage will make you its own ; 
So joyful your heart, and so easy your chain, 
That all other joys will be tasteless, — a pain. 
Borns. 
April 27. 
BROKEN STRAW. — Trouble ! Trouble! 
This thing I know by love, 
Through absence crueltie, 
Which makes me for to prove 
Hell paine before I die. 
Uncertain . 1655. 
