blue-flowered catananche. 
.Sophy, mankind believe thee true, 
And court thee as a treasure, 
But soon, dissembler, shalt thou rue, 
And weep thy short-liv’d pleasure; 
For I, like thee, was once caress’d, 
By Kings and Seers respected, 
Admir’d for charms I ne’er possess’d, 
And now I mourn neglected. 
