FABLES OF FLORA. 
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But hear what Oberon says of it, addressing 
Puck: — 
< Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell i 
It fell upon a little western flower, 
Before milk-white, now purpled with Love’s wound, 
And maidens call it Love-in-idleness. 
Fetch me that flower; the herb I showed thee once; 
The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid, 
Will make or man or woman madly dote 
L’pon the next live creature that it sees.' 
FABLE XVIII. 
The Violet and the Pansy. 
Shepherd, if near thy artless breast 
The god of fond desires repair, 
Implore him for a gentle guest, 
Implore him with unwearied prayer. 
Should beauty’s soul-enchanting smile, 
Love-kindling looks, and features gay, 
Should these ihy wandering eye beguile, 
And steal thy wareless heart away; 
That heart shall soon with sorrow swell, 
And soon the erring eye deplore, 
If in the beauteous bosom dwell 
No gentle virtue’s genial store. 
