GARDEN FL 0 WERS. 
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Cranmer . A most unspotted lily shall she pass 
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. 
King Henry VIII., Act iii. Scene i ; Act v. Scene 5. 
Perdita. . . . lilies of all kinds, 
The flower-de-luce being one ! 
Winter’s Tale, Act iv. Scene 3. 
Troilus . . . . give me swift transportance to 
those fields 
Where I may wallow in the lily beds 
Troilus and Cressida, Act iii. Scene 2. 
Guiderius . O sweetest, fairest lily ! 
My brother wears thee not the one-half so well, 
As when thou grew’st thyself. 
Cymbeline, Act iv. Scene 2. 
Titus . . . . fresh tears 
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew 
Upon a gather’d lily almost wither’d. 
Titus Andronicus, Act iii. Scene 1. 
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. 
Sonnet XCIV. 
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white, 
Sonnet XCVIII. 
The lily I condemned for thy hand, 
Sonnet XCIX. 
CARNATION. 
Perdita . . . . the year growing ancient,— 
Not yet on summer’s death, nor on the birth 
Of trembling winter,—the fairest flowers o’ the season 
Are our carnations, 
A Winter’s Tale, Act iv. Scene 3. 
