138 flora’s dial. 
(Drtobcr Vi. 
CHINA HOSE. — Grace. 
Tyrian dye, why do you wear ; 
You whose cheeks bright scarlet are ? 
Why do you fondly pin 
Pure linen o’er your skin ? 
(Your skin that’s whiter far,—) 
Casting a dusky cloud before a star! 
x Cowley. 
©ctobcr 15. 
RASPBERRY. — Misery. 
Be it so, we part forever; 
Let the past as nothing be ; — 
Had I only loved thee, never 
Hadst thou thus been dear to me. 
Now, there is a silent sorrow 
That can find no vent in speech, 
Which disdains relief to borrow 
From the heights that song can reach. 
More than woman thou wast to mo ; 
Not as man I looked on thee; 
Why like woman then undo me, — 
Why heap man’s worst curse on me ! 
BntON. 
