FLORA’S DIAL. 69 
&pril 21. 
WILD HONEY-STTCKLE. — Inconstancy. 
Eight as a mirror that nothing may impresse, 
But lightly as it cometh, so mote it passe, — 
So fair’s your love, your works bear witnesse 
There is no foith may your heart embrace, 
But as a wedercocke, that turneth his face 
With every wind, ye change"; and that is seene; 
Instead of blue, may ye always wear greene! 
Chaucer. 1370. 
&pril 22. 
YELLOW JASMINE. — Grace. 
To thy lover 
Dear, discover 
That sweet blush of thine, that shameth 
(When those roses 
It discloses,) 
All the flowers that Nature nameth. 
In free air, 
Flow thy hair; 
That no more summer’s best dresses 
Be behdlden 
For their golden 
Locks, to Phoebus’ flaming tresses. Crashaw. 
