FLORA’S dial. 
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tDmntkr 7. 
DIOSMA. — Good for nothing. 
He that loves a r<^y cheek, 
Or a coral lip admires; 
Or from star-like eyes doth seek 
Fuel to maintain his fires ; 
As old Time makes these decay, 
So his flames must waste away. 
But a smooth? and steadfast mihd, 
Gentle thoughts and calm desires, 
Hearts with equal love combined, 
Kindle never-dying fir.es. 
Where these are not, 1 despise 
Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes. 
Carew. 
SDmmber B. 
ALTHEA. — Dying for love. 
My heart is sad and lonely, 
With weariness I pine ; 
Would thou Wert here, mine orilyy,r- 
Would I were wholly thine! 
My eyes are filled with sorrow, 
My heart will surely break! 
Wilt thou not come to-morrow? 
I’m dying for thy sake! 
H. J. H. 
