ii6 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
White Mullein . Goodnature. 
I ne’er for satire torture common sense, 
Nor show my wit at God’s or man’s expense.— Blacklock. 
White Oak . Indediendence. 
For shining wealth or scaring woe, 
I force no friend, I fear no foe.— J. Byrom. 
White Pink . Talent. 
A fellow of infinite wit. — Shakespeare. 
White Poplar . Tt^ne. 
O Time! forego thy wonted spite. 
And lay thy future lashes light.— Sage. 
Death preferable to 
loss of innocence. 
Twine it of poppies so dark and red. 
And cypress, the garland that honours the dead.— 
H. Neele. 
Whortleberry . Treason. 
Wears Friendship’s mask for purposes of spite. 
Fawns in the day, and butchers in the night. — Churchill. 
Willow, Creeping . Love forsaken. 
Oh, trifling head and fickle heart! 
Chagrined at whatsoe’er thou art!— Warton. 
Willow, Water .. ... Freedom. 
We love 
The king who loves the law, respects his bounds, 
And reigns within them.— Cowper. 
Willow, Weeping . Mourning. 
Thy tears are all fruitless, thy wishes are vain. 
The moments neglected, return not again.— 
Sir G. Elliott. 
White Rose (dried) 
