58 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
WINTER, 
Gourd. Extent. Bulk. 
With all this bulk there’s nothing lost in Og, 
For ev’ry inch that is not fool is rogue.— Dryden. ■ 
Grape, Wild. Charity. 
And a hand, 
Open as day to melting OuurWy.—Shakespeare. 
