The Floral Offering - A Token of Affection and Esteem; Comprising the Language and Poetry of Flowers #219877

You oftentimes can mark upon the street The gilded toy whom fashion idolizes Heartless and fickle, swelled with self-conceit, Avoiding alway what good sense advises. Who flutters like the butterfly while burns his sun Nor afterwards is missed when life is done. Clouds turn with every wind about They keep us in suspense and doubt' Yet oft perverse, like woman-kind, Are seen to scud against the wind.