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FLORA’S ALBUM. 
Marygold, French. 
“ S80 I put a French Marygold in his hat, 
That gaudy and jealous flower.” 
Mrs. SIGOURNEY. 
JHALOUSY. 
Sad proof of thy distressful state ; 
Of differing themes the veering song was mixed ; 
Thy numbers, Jealousy, to naught were fixed ; 
And now it courted Love ; now, raving, called on 
Hate. 
Trifles, light as air, 
CoLLiIns. 
Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong 
As proofs of holy writ. 
SHAKSPEARE. 
Would’st thou to Love of danger speak ? 
Veiled are his eyes, to perils blind ; 
Would’st thou from Love a reason seek ? 
He is a child of wayward mind ! 
But with a doubt, a jealous fear, 
Inspire him once, —the task is o’er ; 
His mind is keen, his sight is clear, 
No more an infant, blind no more. 
METASTASIO. 


























































































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