TEXT-BOOK OF FLOWERS. 
Your Charms are 
engraven on 
my Heart, 
The shapely Spindle Tree hath close-grained wood, 
Whereon a deep and permanent impression . 
May be engravenso upon my heart ll 
Spindle 
Tree. 
Thy charms are all indelibly engraved. 
Milk 
Vetch, 
Your Presence softens 
my Pains, 
The Milk Vetch, it was thought of old 
Had properties medicinal. 
Maiden, when thee my eyes behold. 
My pains- are soothed and banished all. 
Your Qualities 
surpass your 
Charms, 
Ma petit mignion! ma petit mignlon! 
My cherished one! my loved l ray own \ 
Tliou’t plain to outward view, and yet 
There’s none so sweet aa my Mignionetto. 
Mignionette 
Youth, Fox-glove, 
Light as the down that clothes thy stems, 
Gay as thy freckled diadems, 
Ik youth, the season of delight. 
When earth and skies alike are hrlght. 
