THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 75 
Love in a Mist. Perplexity. 
I am amazed, and know not what to so-y.—Shakespeare. 
Love lies Bleeding. Hopeless, not heartless. 
Lucem.- . Z^6’. 
Then you know the worth of a lass, 
When you have come to forty year.— Thackeray. 
Lupine ... 
He stuffs. 
. Voracmtsness. Imagination. 
and swills, and stuffs again .—Pope 
