40 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Clematis . Mental beauty. 
Governed with a goodly modesty, 
That suffers not a look to glance awry.— Spenser. 
Clematis, Evergreen . Poverty. 
See poverty to fill the hand 
That numbs the soul with icy hand.— Gray. 
Clotbur. Picdeness. Peiiinaeity. 
Cloves . Dignity. 
’Twas the queenliest hand in all lady-land ; 
And she was a poor man’s wife.— G. Massey. 
Clover, Four-leaved . Be mine. 
Come live with me, and be my love.— Marlowe. 
Clover, Red. Industry. 
I’ll be content with what I get.— Anon. 
Clover, White. ThuiJz of me. 
Some pious drops the closing eye requires.— Gray. 
Cobsea ... ... ... ... ,,, ,,, ^ 
A fellow of infinite discourse.— Shakespeare. 
Cockscomb Amaranth [Foppery. Affectation. 
{ Singularity. 
Always obliging, and without offence. 
And fancied for his gay impertinence.— Blackmore. 
Colchicum, or Meadow Saffron ... | ^ 
( are past. 
Thou art e’en such, gone with a touch.— Erskine. 
