flora’s dial. 117 
August 30. 
FLOWERING REED. — Rely on God. 
Whatever happens, happy in thy mind 
Be thou; nor at thy lot in life repine; 
He scapes all ill whose hosom is resigned ; 
Nor way nor weather shall be always fine. 
Beside, thy home’s not here; a journey this; 
A pilgrim thou; then hie thee on thy way ; 
Look up to God, intent on heavenly bliss, 
Take what the road affords, and praises pay; 
Shun brutal lusts, and seek the soul’s high sphere; 
And God will shield thee both from hurt and fear. 
Chaucer. 
Qhtgnsl 31. 
FOX-GLOYE. — Insincerity. 
Look as it is with some true April day, 
Whose various weather stores the world with 
flowers ; 
The sun his glorious beams doth fair display, 
Then rains, and shines again, then straight it 
lowers. 
And twenty changes in one hour doth prove ; 
So, and more changing, lady, is your love. 
P. Fletcher. 
