


DON. 



THE BOUQUET. 
—————— eee 
NARCISSUS — POET'S. 
NARCISSUS POETICUS. 


Self-love, Egotism. 



THE pale narcissus 
Still feeds upon itself; but, newly blown, 
The nymphs will pluck it from its slender stalk, 
And say, ‘ Go, fool, and to thy image talk.’ 
Lorp THuRLow. 



















But self-love never yet could look on truth, 
But with bleared beams; sick flattery and she 
Are twin-born sisters, and do mix their eyes, 
As, if you sever one, the other dies. 
Why did the gods give thee a heavenly form 
And earthly thoughts to make thee proud of it? 
Why, dolask? *T is now the known disease 
That beauty hath, to bear too deep a sense 
Of her own self-conceivéd excellence. 
O, hadst thou known the worth of Heaven’s rich 
gift, 
Thou wouldst have turned it to a truer use; 
And not (with starved and covetous ignorance) 
Pined in continual eyeing that bright gem, 
The glance whereof to others had been more 
Than to thy famished mind the wide world’s store. 
Brn Jonson. 


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