Treason, or 
Treachery, 
When Pelops, as the Grecian poets feign. 
Sought the fair Hippodamia to gain, 
And bp her sire was challenged to the race; 
That sire the treacherous Myrtilus slew: 
Slily the linch-pin from the wheel he drew. 
And for the deed was hurled adown the face 
Of the tall cliff that beetled o’er the sea; 
The waves received his form, but Mercury 
Shoreward conveyed, and changed it to the 
Bilberry. 
Truth Bitter-sweet 
iratn, Nightshade. 
Shade-loving evergreen, say we not sooth. 
When thee we liken unto fair truth ? 
Bitter, full oft, is the draught from her cup. 
But sweet is the taste whieh it leaves when drank 
Jealousy, la angola. 
Old Chaucer pictures Jealousy to wear 
A wreath of Marigolds amid her hair; 
Uneasy is the breast, and full of care, 
this fell monster doth inhabit there. 
