90 FLORA’S DIAL. 
Suite 23. 
JOHN’S WORT. — Simplicity. 
She’d rather be a simple maid, 
And owe to Nature all her bloom, 
Than turn to Fashion’s glass for aid, 
And flaunt beneath a borrowed plume. 
Anon. 
Suite 30. 
SUNFLOWER. — False appearance. 
Lore in her sunny eyes does basking play, 
Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair; 
Love does on both her lips for ever stay, 
And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there. 
Yes, Love is seen on every outward part, 
But never in the heart! Cowley. 
Sub 1. 
SYCAMORE. — Grief. 
And this is all I have left now, 
Silence and solitude and tears ; 
The memory of a broken vow, 
My blighted hopes, my wasted years 1 
Anon. 
