84 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Narcissus . Egotism. 
Proud of her beauty, and proud of her pride, 
And proud of fifty matters beside.— Saxe. 
Nasturtium. Patriotism. 
Who never to himself hath said. 
This is my own, my native land.— Scott. 
Nettle, Burning . Slander. 
And he said likewise. 
That a lie that is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies. 
Tennyson. 
Nettle Tree . Concert. 
The eye of the master enricheth the hutch. 
The eye of the mistress availeth as much.— T. Tusser. 
Night-blooming Cereus . Transient beauty. 
Still wheeling her flight through the gladsome air, 
The spirit of beauty is everywhere.— Hawes, 
Night Convolvulus . Night. 
How beautiful is night! 
A dewy freshness fills the silent air,— Southey. 
Nightshade . Truth. 
Oh, while you live, speak truth and shame the devil.— 
Shakespeare. 
