146 FLORA*3 FIAL. 
(October 80. 
PARSLEY. — Fickleness. 
Fair is my love, tut. not so fair as fickle, 
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty ; 
Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass, is brittle, 
Softer than wax, and yet as iron —rusty: 
A little pale, with damask dye to grace her 
None fairer, nor none falser to deface her. 
Shakspeare. 
(October 81. 
COMMON NETTLE. — Cruelty. 
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press 
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain, 
Let sorrow lend me words, and words express 
The manner of my pity-wanting pain, 
That I may not be sad, nor thou belied 
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go 
■^de. Shakspeare. 
