|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The proud giant of the garden race,|
Who, madly rushing to the suns embrace,
Oertops her fellows with aspiring aim,
Demands his wedded love, and bears his name.
Churchill.Gotham, Book I.
|But one, the lofty follower of the sun,|
Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves,
Drooping all night; and when he warm returns,
Points her enamourd bosom to his ray.
Thomson.Summer, Line 216.