The Floral Fortune-teller/Blue Flowers
PART II.
BLUE FLOWERS.
Describing the State or Quality of your Affections.
ANEMONE HEPATICA.
Art more through love, and greater than thy years.
Thou art vainly seeking in the open sands of the sea, the pearl which still remains enclosed in the silent shell.
BACHELOR’S BUTTON.
Of love, deep-learned to the red heart’s core.
You would not your unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine
For the sea’s worth.
BLUE-BELL.
My life upon’t, young though thou art, thine eye hath stayed upon some favor that it loves.
CHINA ASTER.
truly touched with love.
COLUMBINE.
Too flattering sweet to be substantial.
FORGET-ME-NOT.
The uncertain glories of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
Ineffable, and sympathy of soul;
Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will,
With boundless confidence.
GENTIAN.
If thou wouldst treat him a little friendly, he would marry thee yet if thou wert willing.
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
HELIOTROPE.
Whose violent property foredoes itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings,
As oft as any passion under heaven
That does afflict our natures.
HYACINTH.
There are many things which may be grasped with eagerness; others can only become ours through abstinence and moderation. Such is the love thou covetest.
IRIS.
That love should, of a sudden, take such hold?
Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every thought,
Fills every sense.
LAVENDER.
The one just suited to your mind!
LARKSPUR.
You that have been Love’s whip!
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing.
LOBELIA.
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous folds,
And, like a dew-drop from a lion’s mane,
Be shook to air.
LUPINE.
The moonbeam dwells at dewy e’en,
So trembling, pure, is tender love,
Within thy breast.
The heart of woman is but illy known to you.
MONK’S HOOD.
It is the green-eyed monster which doth make
The meat it feeds on.
*****
Oh what damned moments tells she o’er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves.
Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her.
MORNING GLORY.
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be,
Ere one can say, It lightens.
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute,
No more.
PERIWINKLE.
Tender and deep in thy excess of love.
Had ye never loved sae blindly,
Never met—or never parted,
Ye had ne’er been broken-hearted.
SAGE.
To make ten frigid coxcombs vain,
Than one true, manly lover blest.
VERNAL GRASS.
Thou hast nothing in thy head but thy love. Thou shouldst not forget all others for one.
Goethe.
Is it possible that on so little acquaintance you should like her? that, but seeing, you should love her? and loving, woo? and wooing, she should grant?
VIOLET.
Love no man in good earnest, nor no further in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honor come off again.
You are now sailed into the north of my lady’s opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman’s beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt.
