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THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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Laburnum. Forsaken. Pensive beauty. 
Sweet is true love, though giv’n in vain, 
And sweet is Death, who puts an end to pain.— Tennyson. 
f Capricious beauty. Win 
1 me and wear me. 
Our appetites as apt to change as theirs. 
And full as craving too, and full as vain.— Dryden. 
Lady’s Slipper 
Lagerstrgemia, Indian 
Eloquence. 
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man. 
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.— Shakespeare. 
Lantana . Rigour. 
Should such a man, too fond to rule alone. 
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.— Pope. 
