3nnc 21. 
PEONY. — Shame. 
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, 
Thou art not so unkind 
As man’s ingratitude ! 
Thy tooth is not so keen, 
Because thou art not seen, 
Although thy breath be rude. 
Heigh d ! sing heigho ! under the green holly ! 
Most friendship is feigning — most loving, mere 
folly. Shakspeare. 
June 22. 
PASSION FLOWER. — Faith. 
Ah, no ! my dying lips shall close, 
Unaltered love, as faith professing ; 
Nor, (praising him who life bestows,) 
Forget who makes that life a blessing. 
My last address to Heaven is due ; — 
My last but one, I give to you. 
Lovibond. 
