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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 
But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud, 
Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, 
And with a green and yellow melancholy 
She sat like patience on a monument, 
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? 
II. iv. 114. 
Sir To. Here comes the little villain. 
Enter Maria. 
How now, my nettle of India ! 
Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree. 
Enough is shown : a cypress, not a bosom. 
Cesario, by the roses of the spring. 
II. v. 15. 
III. i. 132. 
III. i. 161. 
Sir And. Here’s the challenge, read it: I warrant there’s 
vinegar and pepper in’t. 
III. iv. 157. 
Clo. Why, it hath bay-windows transparent as barricadoes, 
and the clearstores toward the south north are as lustrous as 
ebony ; and yet complainest thou of obstruction ? 
IV. ii. 40. 
Ant. How have you made division of yourself? 
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin 
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian ? 
V. i. 229. 
THE WINTER’S TALE. 
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, 
This squash, this gentleman. 
I. ii. 159. 
My wife’s a hobby-horse ; deserves a name 
As rank as any flax-wench that puts to 
Before her troth-plight. 
I. ii. 276. 
Which being spotted 
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps. 
I. ii. 328. 
