flora’s dial. 59 
21 . 
WILD HONEY-STJCKLE. — Inconstancy. 
Eight as a mirror that nothing may impresse, 
But lightly as it cometh, so mote it passe, — 
So Mr’s your love, your works bear witnesse 
There is no faith may your heart embrace, 
But as a wedercocke, that tumeth his face 
With every wind, ye change; and that is seene j 
Instead of blue, may ye always wear greene! 
Chaucer. 1370. 
&pril 22. 
YELLOW JASMINE. — Grace. 
To thy lover 
Dear, discover 
That sweet blush of thine. that shameth 
(When those roses 
It discloses,) 
All the flowers that Nature nameth. 
In free air, 
Blow thy hair; 
That no more summer’s best dresses 
Be beholden 
Eor their golden 
Locks, to Phoebus’ flaming tresses. Crashaw. 
