58 flora’s dial. 
10 . 
HONEY FLOWER. — Secret Love. 
Why should I blush to own I love ? 
’T is love that rules the realms above. 
Why should I blush to say to all, 
That Yirtue holds my heart in thrall ? 
Is it weakness thus to dwell 
On passion that I dare not tell ? 
Such weakness I would ever prove ! 
’T is painful, though’t is sweet, to love. 
Kirk White. 
ftpril 20. 
WITHERED ROSE. — Departed Loveliness. 
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, 
A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; 
A flower that dies, when first it ’gins to bud; 
A brittle glass, that’s broken presently; 
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, 
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. 
Shakspeare. 
