TREES. 
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, 
And they did make no noise. 
The Merchant of Venice, Act v. Scene i. 
OAK. 
Prospero. If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak, 
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till 
Thou hast howl’d away twelve winters. 
Prospero. ... to the dread rattling thunder 
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove’s stout oak 
With his own bolt: 
The Tempest, Act i. Scene 2 ; Act v. Scene 1. 
Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne 
the hunter, 
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, 
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight, 
Walk round about an oak, 
Merry Wives of Windsor, Act iv. Scene 4. 
Benedict. O, she misused me past the endurance of 
