FLORA’S DIAL. 69 
iiTati 13. 
STRAWBERRY. — Perfection. 
Oh! do not die, for we shall hate 
All women so when you are gone, 
That thee I shall not celebrate, 
When I remember thou wast one. 
But yet thou canst not die, I know; 
To leave this world behind is death; 
But when thou from this world wilt go, 
The whole world vapors in thy breath. 
Donne. 
Jttag 14. 
SUMACH. — Intellectual Greatness. 
See yon delicious woodbines rise, 
By oaks exalted to the skies; 
So view in this maid’s matchless mind, 
Humility and greatness joined. 
To paint her dignity and ease, 
Formed to command, and formed to please, 
In wreaths expressive be there wove 
The birds of Venus and of Jove. 
Smart. 
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