The Floral Fortune-teller/Blue Flowers

 

PART II.

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BLUE FLOWERS.

Describing the State or Quality of your Affections.

 

ANEMONE HEPATICA.

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ThouArt more through love, and greater than thy years.

Tennyson.

 

Thou art vainly seeking in the open sands of the sea, the pearl which still remains enclosed in the silent shell.

Goethe.

BACHELOR’S BUTTON.

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A virgin purest-lipped, yet in the lore Of love, deep-learned to the red heart’s core.

Keats.

But that you love, You would not your unhoused free condition Put into circumscription and confine For the sea’s worth.

Shakspeare.

BLUE-BELL.

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My life upon’t, young though thou art, thine eye hath stayed upon some favor that it loves.

Shakspeare.

Thou wilt be a lover presently.

Shakspeare.

CHINA ASTER.

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A heart as sound as a bell.

Shakspeare.

There is no true drop of blood in thee to betruly touched with love.

Shakspeare.

COLUMBINE.

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But a dream,Too flattering sweet to be substantial.

Shakspeare.

The sweet youth’s in love.

Shakspeare.

FORGET-ME-NOT.

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Oh how the spring of love resembleth  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.

Shakspeare.

Perfect esteem, enlivened by desire Ineffable, and sympathy of soul; Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will, With boundless confidence.

Thomson.

GENTIAN.

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If thou wouldst treat him a little friendly, he would marry thee yet if thou wert willing.

Goethe.

Young men’s love, then, liesNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Shakspeare.

HELIOTROPE.

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Your heart is burst—you have lost half your soul.

Shakspeare.

  This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property foredoes itself, And leads the will to desperate undertakings, As oft as any passion under heaven   That does afflict our natures.

Shakspeare.

HYACINTH.

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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.

Goethe.

The worst fault you have, is to be in love.

Shakspeare.

IRIS.

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Is it possibleThat love should, of a sudden, take such hold?

———She alone, Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every thought, Fills every sense.

Thomson.

LAVENDER.

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Rich in kindest, truest love.

Burns.

Oh how hard it is to find The one just suited to your mind!

Campbell.

LARKSPUR.

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Oh! and you, forsooth, in love, You that have been Love’s whip!

Shakspeare.

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing.

Campbell.

LOBELIA.

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Come, come! Wrestle with thy affections.

Shakspeare.

Rouse yourself, and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous folds, And, like a dew-drop from a lion’s mane, Be shook to air.

Shakspeare.

LUPINE.

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As m the bosom of the stream, The moonbeam dwells at dewy e’en, So trembling, pure, is tender love, Within thy breast.———

Burns.

 

The heart of woman is but illy known to you.

Moliere.

MONK’S HOOD.

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Oh beware of jealousy; 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.

Shakspeare.

If you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her.

Shakspeare.

MORNING GLORY.

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It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say, It lightens.

Shakspeare.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute, No more.

Shakspeare.

PERIWINKLE.

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A woman of a steadfast mind, Tender and deep in thy excess of love.

Wordsworth.

Had ye never loved sae kindly, Had ye never loved sae blindly, Never met—or never parted, Ye had ne’er been broken-hearted.

Burns.

SAGE.

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More joy it gives thy youthful breast, To make ten frigid coxcombs vain, Than one true, manly lover blest.

Moore.

Of loving fond, of roving fonder.

Moore.

VERNAL GRASS.

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Thou hast nothing in thy head but thy love. Thou shouldst not forget all others for one.

Goethe.

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?

Shakspeare.

VIOLET.

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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.

Shakspeare.

 

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.

Shakspeare.