PLANT-LORE OF SHAKESPEARE 
Shame, like a canker in the fragrant Rose, 
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name.— Sonnet xcv. 
Nor did I wonder at the Lily’s white, 
Nor praise the deep vermilion of the Rose.— Ibid., xcviii. 
The Roses fearfully in thorns did stand, 
One blushing shame, another white despair ; 
A third, nor red nor white, had stol’n of both 
And to his robbery had annex’d thy breath.— Ibid., xeix. 
I have seen Roses damask’d, red and white, 
But no such Roses see I in her cheeks.— Ibid., exxx. 
More white and red than dove and Roses are. 
Venus and Adonis, io. 
What though the Rose has prickles ? yet ’tis plucked. 
Ibid., 574- 
Who, when he lived, his breath and beauty set 
Gloss on the Rose, smell to the Violet.— Ibid., 935. 
Their silent war of Lilies and of Roses.— Lucrece , 71. 
O how her fear did make her colour rise, 
First red as Roses that on lawn we lay, 
Then white as lawn, the Roses took away.— Ibid. , 257. 
That even for anger makes the Lily pale, 
And the red Rose blush at her own disgrace.— Ibid., 477. 
I know what Thorns the growing Rose defends.— Ibid., 492. 
Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase. 
Venus and Adonis, 3. 
A sudden pale, 
Like lawn being spread upon the blushing Rose, 
Usurps her cheek.— Ibid. , 589. 
Leading him prisoner in a red Rose chain.— Ibid., no. 
Her rosy cheek lies under.— Lucrece, 386. 
Though rosy lips and cheeks.— Sonnet cxvi. 
Who glazed with crystal gate the glowing Roses. 
Loveds Complaint, 286. 
That beauty’s Rose might never die. —Sonnet i. 
