THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 91 
Pink, Indian, Double. Always lovely. 
Thus am I Beauty's bounden thrall, 
At her command she me doth call.— G. Gascoigne. 
Pink, Indian, Single . Aversion. 
Walks early out, and ever is alone.— Dry den. 
Pink, Mountain . Aspiring. 
Glories, like glowworms, afar off shine bright. 
But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.— Webster. 
Pink, Red, Double . Pure and ardent love. 
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire; 
So far, so near, in woe and weal.— Tennyson. 
Pink, Single. Pure love. 
From the king unto the beggar, 
Love conquers all.— Old Ballad. 
Pink, Variegated . Refusal. 
Give o'er thy plaint, the danger's o'er; 
She might have poisoned all thy life.— Harrington. 
Pink, White. Ingenuity. Talent. 
Bom with each method and each art to please.— Pope. 
Plane Tree . Genius. 
Welcome, pure thoughts! welcome, ye silent groves ; 
These guests, these courts, my soul most dearly loves.— 
Wot ton. 
Plum, Indian . Privation. 
That numbs the soul with icy hand.— Gray. 
Plum Tree . Fidelity. 
But to see her was to love her. 
Love but her, and love for ever.— Burns. 
