flora’s dial. 
57 
&pril 17. 
DAISY. — I share your sentiments. 
The love that lay 
Half smothered in my breast, hag broke through all 
Its weak restraints, and bums in its full lustre; 
I cannot, if I would, conceaLit from thee. 
Addison. 
&pril IS. 
WILD GRAPE. — Rural Felicity. 
Come live with me and be my love, 
And we will all the pleasures prove, 
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, 
And silken lines, and silver hooks. 
There will the river whispering run, 
Warmed by thine eyes more than the sun, 
And there th’ enamoured fish will play, 
Begging themselves they may betray. 
Bor thee thou needest no deceit, 
Bor thou thyself art thine own bait, 
That fish that is not catched thereby, 
He is a wiser fish than I. 
Donne. 
