FLORA’S DIAL. 57 
Tlpril 17. 
DAISY. — I share your sentiments. 
The love that lay 
Half smothered in my breast, has broke through all 
Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre; 
I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee. 
Addison. 
Tiprii IS. 
WILD GRAPE. — Rural Felicity. 
Come live with me and be my love, 
And we will all the pleasures prove, 
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, 
And silken lines, and silver hooks. 
There will the river whispering run, 
Warmed by thine eyes more than the sun, 
And there th’ enamoured fish will play, 
Begging themselves they may betray. 
For thee thou needest no deceit, 
For thou thyself art thine own bait, 
That fish that is not catched thereby, 
He is a wiser fish than I. Donne. 
