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(12) Remnants of packthread and old cakes of Roses 
Were thinly scatter’d, to make up a show. 
Romeo and Juliet, v. 1, 47. 
(13) With two Provincial Roses on my razed shoes. 
Hamlet, iii. 2, 287. 
(14) O Rose of May, 
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!— Ibid., iv. 5 > 157. 
(15) For women are as Roses, whose fair flower 
Being once display’d doth fall that very hour. 
Twelfth Night, ii. 4, 39. 
(16) Of Nature’s gifts, thou may’st with Lilies boast, 
And with the half-blown Rose.— King John, iii. 1, 153. 
(17) But soft, but see, or rather do not see, 
My fair Rose wither.— Richard If, v. 1, 7. 
(18) To put down Richard, that sweet lovely Rose, 
And plant this Thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke. 
1 st Henry IV, i. 3, 175. 
(19) Your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any Rose. 
2 nd Henry IV, ii. 4, 27. 
(20) Then will I raise aloft the milk-white Rose, 
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed. 
2 nd Henry VI, i. 1, 254. 
(21) I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a Rose in his grace. 
Much Ado About Nothing, i. 3, 27. 
(22) But earthlier happy is the Rose distill’d 
Than that which withering on the virgin Thorn 
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. 1 * 3 
Midsummer Night's Dream, i. 1, 76. 
(23) How now, my love ! Why is your cheek so pale? 
How chance the Roses there do fade so fast?— Ibid., i. 1, 128. 
(24) The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts 
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson Rose.— Ibid., ii. 1, 107. 
1 This was a familiar idea with the old writers : “Therefore, sister Bud, 
grow wise by my folly, and know it is far greater happinesse to lose thy 
virginity in a good hand than to wither on the stalk whereon thou growest.” 
—Thomas Fuller, Antheologia, p. 32. (See also Chester’s “Cantoes,” 
No. 13, p. 137, New Shak. Soc.) 
