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FLOEA’S ALBUM. 
Nettle. 
A very poisonous plant. 
SLANDER. 
No, ’t is slander; 
Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue 
Outvenoms aJl the worms of Nile ; whose breath 
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie 
All comers of the world ; kings, queens, and states. 
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave. 
This viperous slander enters. 
Shakspeare. 
For slander lives upon succession; . 
For ever housed, where it once gets possession. 
Shakspeare. 
I know that slander loves a lofty mark: 
It saw her soar a flight above her fellows. 
And hurled its arrow to her glorious height. 
To reach her height, and bring her to the ground. 
H. More. 
