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THINK OF ME. 
PANSY, OR HEART’S EASE. 
-- pray you, love, remember, 
There’s pansies — that’s for thoughts. 
SHAKSPEB.E. 
The tints of this flower are scarce less 
varied than the names that have been be¬ 
stowed upon it. That of pansy is a corrup¬ 
tion of the French name, pens&e, thought. 
Leigh Hunt introduces the heart’s ease 
into his verses. 
The garden’s gem, 
Heart’s ease, like a gallant bold, 
In his cloth of purple and gold. 
Phillips observes that the most brilliant 
purples of the artist appear dull when com¬ 
pared to that of the pansy; our richest 
satins and velvets coarse and unsightly by a 
comparison of texture; and, as to delicacy 
of shading, it is scarcely surpassed by the 
bow of Iris itself. 
Pansies are among the flowery gifts of the 
simple shepherds to the metamorphosed 
nymph Sabrina. 
The shepherds at their festivals 
Carol her good deeds loud in rustic lays, 
And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream, 
Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils. 
COMUS. 
