Why This Flower Is Now Call'D So, List, Sweet Maids, And You Shall Know. Understand, This Firstling Was Once A Brisk And Bonnie Lass, Kept As Close As Dana' Was: Who A Sprightly Springall Lov'D, And To Have It Fully Prov'D, Up She Got Upon A Wall, Tempting Down To Slide Withal: But The Silken Twist Untied, So She Fell, And, Bruis'D, She Died. Love, In Pity Of The Deed, And Her Loving-Luckless Speed, Turn'D Her To This Plant We Call Now The Flower Of The Wall.