HONEYSUCKLE. 
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Whence does it happen that the plant, which well 
We name sensitive, should move and feel? 
When know her leaves to answer her command, 
And with quick horror fly the neighbouring hand? 
PRIOR’S SOLOMON. 
This little plant — how cautiously it meets 
Th’ approaching hand ! advance, and it retreats 1 
See how it flies from the supposed disgrace, 
And shrinks from contact of the rude embrace! 
So wisdom folly should for ever shun; 
So virtue from the touch of vice should run; 
So female beauty should from flatt’ry fly, 
And spurn the incense of the gilded lie. 
THE HONEYSUCKLE, OR WOODBINE. 
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So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle 
Gently entwine. 
This happy emblem reminds us that sweetness of disposi¬ 
tion is a firmer tie than dazzling beauty. 
Copious of flowers, the woodbine, pale and wan, 
But well compensating her sickly looks 
With never-cloying odours, early and late. 
COWPER. 
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