52 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Fig Tree. Prolific. 
Fear not, we ne'er shall be disgraced 
While that bright magazine shall last.— Prior. 
Filbert.. . Reconciliation. 
To err is human, to forgive divine.— Pope. 
Fir 
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Time is like a fashionable host, 
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand. 
Shakespeare. 
Fir Tree . Elevation. 
A soft, meek, patient, humble tranqiiil spirit. 
The first true gentleman that ever breathed.— 
Flax. Pomes tic industry. Fate. 
I feel your kindness. 
Make Money thy iudge, for to follow thy work. 
Make Wisdom controller, and Order thy clerk. 
T. Tusser. 
Flax-leaved Goldy-locks . Tardiness. 
And I alone sit lingering here.— Vaughan. 
Fleur-de-Lis . Flame. I burn. 
Fleur-de-Luce . Fire. 
Flowering Fern . Reverie. 
Safe from the storm, the meteor, and the shower. 
Some pleasing page shall charm the solemn hour. 
T. Camphell.' 
