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^Iquikgia (JlilUCttlL'Ilsis. Natural Order: Ranunculaceee — Crowfoot Family. 
(ERHAPS ten varieties of this plant are in cultivation, some of 
\| > them being our own wild ones naturalized, while others have 
| been imported from Siberia, Mexico and elsewhere. They 
are various in color of blossom, usually combining two shades 
or complementary tints in one flower, as red and yellow, blue 
and white, some even having three. The petals are curiously 
spurred, from which they have been compared to the talons of the 
eagle, whence their Latin name, from aquila , an eagle. The resem¬ 
blance of its flowers to a fool’s cap has given rise to its symbolism. 
T EAVE such to trifle with more grace and ease, 
^ Whom folly pleases, or whose follies please. 
— Pope. 
T^AME ’S but a hollow echo; gold, pure clay; 
Honor, the darling of but one short day; 
Beauty, the eye’s idol, but a damask’d skin; 
State, but a golden prison to live in. 
— Sir Henry Wotten. 
"\T7HAT is social company 
* ’ But a babbling summer stream? 
What our wise philosophy 
But the glancing of a dream? 
—Christopher Pearse Cranch. 
FATHERS the siren sisters compass ’round, 
^ And empty heads console — with empty sound. 
— Pope. 
T T IS passion for absurdity’s so strong, 
1 He cannot bear a rival in the wrong, 
Tho’ wrong the mode comply: more sense is shown 
In wearing others’ follies than our own- 
-Young. 
'T'HE morning’s blush, she made it thine, 
The morn’s sweet breath, she gave it thee; 
And in thy look, my Columbine! 
Each fond-remember’d spot she bade me see. 
— \Jones Very. 
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OO many giddy, foolish hours are gone, 
And in fantastic measures danced awav. 
— Rozve. 
'T'HEIR passions move in lower spheres, / T' 
A Where’er caprice or folly steers. —Swift. ^ 
HUS in a sea of follies toss’d. 
My choicest hours of life are lost. 
— Swift. 
