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Christmas Rose . Relieve my anxiety. 
Be not fearful, come away,— Flatman. 
Chrysanthemum, Red . I love. 
Of all pains, the greatest pain 
It is to love, but love in vain.— Cowley. 
Chrysanthemum, White. Truth. 
What work does truth, what bright distinctions bear? 
Po?nfret. 
Chrysanthemum, Yellow. Slighted love. 
'Tis hard to smile when one would weep ; 
To speak, when one would silent be.— Mrs. Hunter. 
Cinquefoil . Maternal affection. 
What is a mother's love?— Moir. 
Circaea. Spell. 
We pine for what is not.— E. Drowning. 
Cistus, or Rock Rose. Popular favour. 
Rash youth, beware ! thy home-bred virtues save, 
And sweetly sleep in thy paternal grave.— Leyden. 
Nor blush, my fair, to own you copy these, 
Your best, your sweetest empire is to please. 
A. L. Barbauld. 
Cistus, Gum . I shall die to-morrow. 
Like the bubble on the fountain.— Scott. 
Citron . Ill-natured Beauty. 
You are not free because you’re fair.— Etheridge. 
