

FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Nettle, 


A very poisonous plant. 





SLANDER. 




No, ’t is slander ; 
Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue | 
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath 
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie 
All corners of the world ; kings, queens, and states, 
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave, 
This viperous slander enters. 












SHAKSPEARE. 
For slander lives upon succession ; 
For ever housed, where it once gets possession. 








SHAKSPEARE. 









I know that slander loves a lofty mark : 
It saw her soar a flight above her fellows, 
And hurled its arrow to her glorious height, 
Te reach her height, and bring her to the ground. 
H. Mors. 





























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