The STITCHWORK looked up with a sigh
At BATCHELOR'S BUTTONS unsewn:
Single Daisies were not in her eye,
For the grass was just newly mown.
The HORSE-TAIL, 'scaped from WOLFE'S CLAW,
Rides off with a LADIES' LAGES.
The FRIAR'S-COWL hides a doctor of law,
And the BISHOP'S-WEED covers his grace's
The SNAPDRAGON opened his jaw,
But, at sight of Scotch THISTLE, turned pale: