“ I must fill up this osier cage of ours 
With baleful weeds and precious juiced flowers. 
* * * * 
Many for many virtues excellent, 
None but for some, and yet all different;” 
Sliakspeare. 
“ Flowers fresh in hue and many in their class, 
Implore the pausing step, and with their dyes 
Dance in the soft breeze in a fairy mass.” 
Byron. 
( 174 ) 
