FLORA’S DIAL. 107 
August 0. 
SCABIOUS. — Unfortunate Attachment. 
No more, — no more, — Oil! never more on me, 
The freshness of the heart can fall like dew; 
Which out of all the lovely things we see, 
Extracts emotions, beautiful and new, 
Hived in our bosoms like the bag o’ the bee ? 
Thinkest thou the honey with those objects grew? 
Alas! ’t was not in them, but in thy power, 
To double even the sweetness of a flower. 
Bvron. 
August 0. 
WITCH-HAZEL. — Changeable. 
Eor she is gracious, if she be observed, 
She hath a tear for pity, and a hand 
Open as the day for melting charity; 
Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, she’s flint; 
As humorsome as winter,- and as sudden 
As flaws congealed in the spring of day. 
Her temper, therefore, must be well observed. 
Chide her for faults, and do it reverently. 
Shakspeare. 
