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(7) Now by niy maiden honour, yet as pure 
As the unsullied Lily.— Love's Labour's Lost, v. 2, 351. 
(8) Like the Lily 
That once was mistress of the field and flourish’d, 
I’ll hang my head, and perish.— Henry VIII, iii. 1, 151. 
(9) Yet a virgin, 
A most unspotted Lily shall she pass 
To the ground.— Ibid, v. 5, 61. 
(10) Give me swift transportance to those fields, 
Where I may wallow in the Lily beds 
Proposed for the deserver. — Troilus and Cress Ida, iii. 2, 12. 
(11) O, had the monster seen those Lily hands 
Tremble, like Aspen leaves, upon a lute. 
Titus Andronicus, ii. /}, 44. 
(12) Fresh tears 
Stood on her cheeks as doth the honey-dew 
Upon a gather’d Lily almost wither’d.— Ibid., iii. 1, in. 
(13) How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh Lily ! 
Cymbeline, ii. 2, 15. 
(14) O sweetest, fairest Lily ! 
My brother wears thee not the one half so well, 
As when thou grew’st thyself.— Ibid., iv. 2, 201. 
(15) Of Nature’s gifts thou may’st with Lilies boast, 
And with the half-blown Rose.— King John, iii. 1, 53. 
(16) To gild refined gold, to paint the Lily, 
To throw a perfume on the Violet, 
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.— Ibid., iv. 2, 11. 
(17) A Lily-livered, action-taking knave.— King Lear, ii. 2, 18. 
(18) Thou Lily-liver’d boy.— Macbeth , v. 3, 15. 
(19) For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; 
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.— Sonnet xciv 
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(20) Nor did I wonder at the Lily’s white, 
Nor praise the deep vermilion of the Rose.— Ibid., xcviii. 
The Lily I condemned for thy hand.— Ibid., xcix. 
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