FLORA’S DIAL. 27 
J^braani 12. 
DEW PLANT. — Serenade. 
Ah, sweet! thou little knowest how 
I wake, and tireless watches keep ; 
And yet while I address thee now, 
Methinks thou smilest in thy sleep. 
’T is sweet enough to make me weep, 
That tender thought of love and thee, 
That while the world is hushed so deep, 
Thy soul’s perhaps awake to me! 
Hood. 
irTbrnarji IS. 
CLEMATIS. — Artfulness. 
Long when I had loved, sued, and served so, 
As might have pleased as braw a dame as shee, 
Hir friend shee forced not, but let him go, 
She loved, at least, beside him, two or three. 
Her common cheer to every one that sued, 
Bred me to deem shee did hir friend delude. 
Tuberville. 1561. 
