112 FLORA’S DIAL. 
August 19. 
PIMPERNEL. — Faithlessness. 
False is your flattering color, false and fading ; 
False is your flattering tongue, false every part ; 
Your hair is forged, your silver forehead shading ; 
False are your eyes, but falsest is your heart. 
This then, in consequence must needs ensue, 
All must be false, when every part ’s untrue. 
And what a thoughtless, headstrong fool am I 
To grasp the wind, and love inconstancy ! 
P. Fletcher. 
ftngttst 20. 
CROW-FOOT. — Brilliancy. 
Do but look on her eyes ! they do light 
All that love’s world compriseth ; 
Do but look on her hair ! it is bright 
As love’s star, when it riseth ! 
Do but mark, — her forehead ’s smoother 
Than words that soothe her ! 
And from her arched brows such a grace 
Sheds itself through the face, 
As alone there triumphs to the life, 
All the gain, all the good, of the element’s strife. 
Jonson. 
