Catchfly, Silene - The Language of Flowers

There are nearly one hundred species of this flower.

Pretended love.

Of winning words, and tender looks,
my artless friend, beware;
Along the path of human life
Lurks many a fatal snare.

Trust seldom, and with much reserve;
Few merit gen'rous faith;
And should guile speak, oh give no heed
To what the tempter saith.

I fear some treacherous snare is laid
Along thy flowery way;
Oh, be thou cautious-smiles may cheat,
And tender words betray.