92 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Plum, WilcJ — . Independence. 
Lord of himself, though not of lands ; 
And having nothing, yet hath all.— Wotton. 
Polyanthus. Pride of riches. 
Fortune, men say, doth give too much to many, 
But yet, she never gave enough to any.— Harrington. 
Polyanthus, Crimson. The heart's mystery. 
Polyanthus, Lilac . Confidence. 
We only part to meet again.— Gray. 
Pomegranate . Foolishness. 
Plumed Conceit, himself surveying ; 
Folly with her shadow playing.— Granger. 
Pomegranate Flower. Mature elegance. 
Poplar, Black. Courage. 
Virtue can gain the odds of Fate.— Parnell. 
Poplar, White . Tune. 
Bring boughs of cypress for the bier ; 
Fling roses on the cradle.— W. M. Praed. 
Poppy, Red . Consolation. 
Yet now we meet, that parted were so wide. 
O’er rough and smooth to travel side by side.— 
Hartley Coleridge. 
Poppy, Scarlet . Fantastic extravagance. 
On sure foundations let your fabric rise.— Roscommon. 
Poppy, White ... Sleep. My bane. My antidote. 
Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care.— 
Shakespeare. 
