112 
flora’s dial. 
August 19. 
PIMPERNEL. — Faithlessness. 
False is your flattering color, false and fading ; 
False is your flattering tongue, false every part; 
Your hair is forged, your silver forehead shading; 
False are your eyes, but falsest is your heart. 
This then, in consequence must- needs ensue, 
All must be false, when every part’s untrue'. 
And what a thoughtless, headstrong fool am I 
To grasp the wind, and love inconstancy ! 
P. Fletcher. 
Qlngusi 20. 
CROW-FOOT. — Brilliancy. 
Do but look on her eyes! they do light 
All that love’s world compriseth; 
Do but look on her hair! it is bright 
As love’s star, when it riseth! 
Do but mark, — her forehead’s smoother 
Than words that soothe her! 
And from her arched brows such a grace 
Sheds itself through the face, 
As alone there triumphs to the life, 
All the gain, all the good, of the element’s strife. 
Joxson. 
