To think that I must part with you.-N. Breton.

Starwort, American...

Stock

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Cheerfulness in old age.

In the days of my youth I remembered my God,
And He hath not forgotten my age.-Southey.

On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.-Beattie.

Stock, Ten Week

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O come away, make no delay.—Vaughan.

Stonecrop

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Promptness.

Tranquillity.

Though great the danger, and the task severe,
Yet bow not to the tyranny of fear.-Falconer.

Rupture of a contract.

Seek other mistress for your minds,

A new life gives to other joys.-Lord Bristol.

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One kind wish before we part,

Drop a tear, and bid adieu.-R. Dodsley.

Sumach, Venice Splendour. Intellectual excellence.

Dame Nature, doubtless, has designed

A man the monarch of his mind.-J. Byrom.

I dare not name the nymph that works my smart,
Though Love hath graven her name within my heart.—

T. Watson.

Time shall administer its wonted balm,

And hush this storm of grief to no unpleasing calm.

C. Shaw.

Sweet Basil

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Farewell, good fortune go with thee.—Shakespeare.

Sweetbrier, American...

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Simplicity.

O fair eyes, yet let me see
One good look, and I am gone.

Sweetbrier, European

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I wound to heal.

The lopped tree in time may grow again,

Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower.—

R. Southwell.

Sweetbrier, Yellow

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The scene's the same, the same the weather-
We live, my dear, too much together.- Whitehead.

Decrease of love.

Delicate pleasures.

Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes

And heedless hearts is lawful prize,

Not all that glitters, gold.-Gray.

So joyful my heart is, so easy my chain,

That freedom is tastelsss, and roving a pain.-E. Moore.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover ?—Suckling.

Memory, thou fond deceiver,

Still importunate and vain.-Goldsmith.

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Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,

Disappointment.

Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.—Shakespeare.

Patriots are grown too shrewd to be sincere,
And we too shrewd to trust them.-Cowper.

And black eyes oft will lead to rings,

And rings will lead to black eyes.-Praed.

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Other smiles may make you fickle,

Tears for other charms may trickle.-Campbell.

And justice to herself severe.-Gray.

This truth of old was sorrow's friend;

Times at the worst will surely mend.-Chatterton.

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Neglected beauty.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.-Gray.

A kindly housewife keen and sage,
And busy as her very bees.-W. C. Bennett.

Tiger Flower

For once may Pride befriend me.

Pride in a life that Slander's tongue defied,

In fact, a noble passion, misnamed Pride.-Crabbe.