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( 25 ) 
Of colour like the red Rose on triumphant Brier. 
Midsummer Night's Dream, iii. 1, 95. 
(26) 
Why should I joy in any abortive mirth? 
At Christmas I no more desire a Rose 
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth, 
But like of each thing that in season grows. 1 
Love's Labour's Lost, i. 1, 105. 
( 27 ) 
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not 
To those fresh morning drops upon the Rose.— Ibid., iv. 3, 26. 
(28) Boyet. Blow like sweet Roses in this summer air. 
Princess. How blow ? how blow ? Speak to be understood. 
Boyet. Fair ladies mask’d are Roses in their bud ; 
Dismask’d, their damask sweet commixture shown, 
Are angels veiling clouds, or Roses blown.— Ibid., v. 2, 293. 
( 29 ) 
He that sweetest Rose will find, 
Must find Love’s prick and Rosalind. 
As You Like It, iii. 2, 117 
( 30 ) 
This Thorn 
Doth to our Rose of youth rightly belong. 
All's Well that Ends Well, i. 3, 135. 
( 3 i) 
My face so thin, 
That in mine ear I durst not stick a Rose. 
King John, i. 1, 141. 
( 32 ) 
Tell him he wears the Rose 
Of youth upon him.— Antony and Cleopatra, iii. 13, 20. 
( 33 ) 
Against the blown Rose may they stop their nose 
That kneel’d unto the buds.— Ibid., 39. 
(34) For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a Rose ; and she 
were a Rose indeed !— Pericles, iv. 6, 37. 
(35) 
Even her art sisters the natural Roses. 
Ibid., v. chorus 7. ( See Cherry, No. 5.) 
( 36 ) 
What’s in a name ? That which we call a Rose 
By any other name would smell as sweet. 
Romeo and Juliet, ii. 2, 43. 
( 37 ) 
The expectancy and Rose of the fair state.— Hamlet , iii. 1, 160. 
1 “Non vivunt contra naturam, qui hieme concupiscunt rosas?”— 
Seneca, Ep. 122. 
