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(12) 
Let us quit all 
And give our Vineyards to a barbarous people. 
Henry V iii. 5, 3. 
(13) 
Her Vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, 
Unpruned, dies. 
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Our Vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, 
Defective in their natures, grow to wildness. 
Ibid., v. 2, 41, 54. 
(14) 
And pithless arms, like to a wither’d Vine 
That droops his sapless branches to the ground. 
1 st Henry VI, ii. 5, 11. 
(15) 
In her days every man shall eat in safety, 
Under his own Vine, what he plants ; and sing 
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. 
Henry VIII , v. 5, 34. 
(16) 
Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, 
That were the servants to this chosen infant, 
Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him.— Ibid ., 48. 
(17) 
Now, our joy, 
Although the last, not least ; to whose young love 
The Vines of France and milk of Burgundy 
Strive to be interess’d .—King Lear, i. 1, 84. 
(18) 
And let the stinking Elder, grief, untwine 
His perishing root with the increasing Vine ! 
Cymbeiine, iv. 2, 59. 
(19) 
Thou art an Elm, my husband, I a Vine, 
Whose weakness married to thy stronger state 
Makes me with thy strength to communicate. 
Comedy of Errors, ii. 2, 176. 
(20) 
Bound of land, tilth, Vineyard, none.— Tempest , ii. 1, 152. 
(21) 
Thy pole-clipt Vineyard.— Ibid., iv. 1, 68. 
(22) 
Vines with clustering bunches growing, 
Plants with goodly burthen bowing.— Ibid., 112. 
(23) 
The usurping boar, 
That spoil’d your summer fields and fruitful Vines. 
Richard III , v. 2, 7. 
