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THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Meadow Saffron . My best days are past. 
Yet, taught by Time, my heart has leam'd to glow 
At others’ good, and melt at others’ woe.— Pope. 
Meadowsweet . Uselessness. 
Have we not seen, on Britain’s peopled shore. 
Her useful sons exchanged for useless ore?— Goldsmith. 
Mercury. Goodness. 
Unbribed, unsought, the wretched to redress. 
Swift of despatch, and easy of access.— Drydcn. 
Mesembryanthemum . Idleness. 
An idler is a watch that wants both hands. 
As useless when it goes as when it stands.— Cowper. 
Mezereon . Desire, to please. 
Stella looked on, and from her heavenly face 
Sent forth the beams w'hich made so fair my face.— 
Sh' P. Sidney. 
Michaelmas Daisy. Afterthought. 
Mignionette Your qualities surpass your charms. 
Her pure and eloquent blood 
Spoke in her cheeks.— Dr. Doime. 
Milfoil. 
Cease to consult the time, for action calls ; 
War, horrid war, approaches to your walls .—Pope 
War. 
Milkvetch. Your presence softens my pains. 
She drank down her half of our bitterest cup. 
And taught me how to bear.— G. Massey. 
