OK, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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Ask mo why this flow’r doth show 
So yellow, green, and sickly too; 
Ask me why the stalk is weak, 
And bending, yet it doth not break: 
I must tell you, these discover 
When doubts and tears are in a lover. 
Thomas Carew. 
A FLORAL LOVE LETTER. 
Dearest, 
My Acacia to you has grown in¬ 
to Peach Tree. Do not deem it Snap 
Dragon to declare that Pansy continually. 
O Peach Blossom, and am Syrian Mallow. 
Pansy day and Convolvulus Minor. 0 
will you Mallow. You would find me Li¬ 
lac Polyanthus, and Indian Pink single, 
pervading my heart, and devoid of Venus 
Fly Trap. Pink Geranium to all others. 
Peach ; therefore Daily Rose. Ranuncu¬ 
lus, and I shall have no Stonecrop till you 
Almond me Ambrosia, which wull be As- 
clepias, and give me Buckbean. Four¬ 
leaved Clover; for I am Purple Colum¬ 
bine. Let your response give no Aloe, 
K 
