Bachelor’s 
Buttons. 
I with memory’s love have oft made sport. 
Every wanton zephyr that passes me I court, 
A gay young bachelor, without care or tie, 
Making love to the brown bee, and bright wii 
butterfly. 
Singularity, 
Cock’s-comb 
The blood-red Amaranth, like crest 
Of chanticleer, methinks may best 
Furnish an emblem of what we 
Deem strangest singularity. 
When round the tea-tray gossips meet. 
What venomed shafts of slander fly. 
Scan mag prevails, none mercy meet, 
A thousand reputations die. 
Sleep, White Poppy. 
Thy juice unto the wretched jgiveth sleep. 
And he who on the restless sick bed lies. 
Watching the dreary night hours slowly creep. 
Blesses the power that seals his aching eyes. 
Snare, Dragon Plant. 
The Dragon arum with its berries bright 
As rubies, clustering to allure the sight; 
But of her poison juice let all beware. 
Lest to destruction she the feet ensnare. 
