THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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Starwort. ••• Afterthought. 
My heavy heart vi'ith sorrow bleeds, 
To think that I must part with you.— Breton. 
Starwort, American. Cheerfulness in old age. 
In the days of my youth I remembered my God, 
And He hath not forgotten my age.—Southey. 
Stock . Zasting beauty. 
On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending. 
And beauty immortal awakes from the \.Qva!Q.—Beattie. 
Stock, Ten Week . Promptness. 
O come away, make no delay. — Vaughan. 
Stonecrop . Tranquillity. 
Though great the danger, and the task severe. 
Yet bow not to the tyranny of ieax.—Falconer. 
Straw, Broken. Rupture of a contract. 
Seek other mistress for your minds. 
Love's service is in vain.— R. Southwell. 
Straw, Whole . Union. 
A new life gives to other ioys.—Lord Bristol. 
Strawberry Tree. Psteem and love. 
One kind wish before we part. 
Drop a tear, and bid adieu.—i?. Dodsley. 
Sumach, Venice Splendour. Intellectual excellence. 
Dame Nature, doubtless, has designed 
A man the monarch of his mind.—y. Byrom. 
Sunflower, Dwarf . Adoration. 
I dare not name the nymph that works my smart. 
Though Love hath graven her name within my heart.— 
T. Watson. 
