flora’s dial. 61 
mpril 25. 
PEACII BLOSSOM. — I am yours. 
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all; 
What hast thou then, more than thou hadst 
before ? 
No love, my love, but thou mayst true love call; 
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. 
Shakspeare. 
Qlpril 25. 
BRIDAL BOSE. — Happy Love. 
How blest will you be, what joys will be known, 
When wedlock’s soft bondage will make you its own; 
So joyful your heart, and so easy your chain, 
That all other joys will be tasteless, — a .pain. 
Burns. 
Stpril 27. 
BROKEN STRAW. — Trouble ! Trouble! 
This thing X know by love, 
Through absence crueltje, 
Which makes me for to prove 
Hell paine before I die. 
Uncertain. 1555. 
