120 FLORA'S DIAL. 
September 5. 
HUMBLE PLANT. — Despondency. 
Alone walking, ) 
In thought plaining, ( All desolate, — 
And sore sighing, ' 
Me remembering 
Of my living, 
And death wishing 
Unfortunate 
Is so my fate, 
That wot she what 
My life I hate : 
Thus desperate ( Bo I endure! 
In such poor estate, ) 
Chaucer. 1370. 
Stptanbsr 6. 
IRIS. — Pleasant Message. 
May Time, who sheds his blight o’er all, 
And daily dooms some joy to death, — 
O’er thee, let years so gently fall, 
They shall not crush one flower beneath! 
Moore. 
j Early and late; — 
> Out of measure, 
