FABLES OF FLORA. 
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‘ Tho Marygold, that goes to bed -with the sun. 
And with him rises weeping.’ 
SnAKSrEABK. 
‘ The Mary-budtfc, that shutteth witli the light.’ 
CnATTEETOS. 
«I,iko Mary golds, had sheathed their light, 
And, canopied in darkness, sweetly lay. 
Till they might open to adore the day.' 
SlIAKSPEARB. 
• Hark I hark! tho lark at heaven's gate sings, 
And Phoebus ’gins arise, 
His steeds to water at those springs 
On chaliced flowers that lies. 
And winking Mary-buddcs begin 
To ope their golden eyes j 
With every pretty tiring that bin, 
My lady sweet, arise I 
Arise, arise I’ Suakspeake. 
* No Marygolds yet closed are, 
No shadows yet appear.’ 
IIkrbick. 
Chaucer gives this flower tho language of 
jealousy. 
1 And Jalousie, 
That wcved of yelwe goldes a girlonde, 
And had a enckewe sitting in her hand.' 
