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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyvors, 
And do not call them bastards. 
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Per. Here’s flowers for you ; 
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; 
The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun 
And with him rises weeping : these are flowers 
Of middle summer, and, I think they are given 
To men of middle age. 
IV. iv. 98. 
O Proserpina, 
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let’st fall 
From Dis’s waggon ! daffodils, 
That come before the swallow dares, and take 
The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, 
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes 
Or Cytherea’s breath ; pale primroses, 
That die unmarried, ere they can behold 
Bright Phoebus in his strength—a malady 
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and 
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, 
The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, 
To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, 
To strew him o’er and o’er ! 
IV. iv. 116. 
Clo. Come on, strike up ! 
Dor . Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlic, 
To mend her kissing with ! 
IV. iv. 162. 
Lawn as white as driven snow; 
Cyprus black as e’er was crow; 
Gloves as sweet as damask roses. 
IV. iv. 220. 
Pol. I’ll have thy beauty scratch’d with briers, and made 
More homely than thy state. 
IV. iv. 436. 
But O, the thorns we stand upon. 
IV. iv. 596. 
