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SHAKESPEARE’S GARDEN 
Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark, 
Liver of blaspheming Jew, 
Gall of goat, and slips of yew 
Silver’d in the moon’s eclipse, 
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips. 
IV. i. 22. 
Macb. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, 
Thou lily-liver’d boy. What soldiers, patch? 
Death of thy soul ! those linen cheeks of thine 
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face ? 
V. iii. 14. 
Macb . What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug 
Would scour these English hence ? Hear’st thou of them ? 
v. iii. 55. 
HAMLET. 
A violet in the youth of primy nature, 
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, 
The perfume and suppliance of a minute ; 
No more. 
I. iii. 7. 
But, good my brother, 
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, 
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; 
Whiles, like a puff’d and reckless libertine, 
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, 
And recks not his own rede. 
I. iii. 46. 
Brief let me be. Sleeping within mine orchard, 
My custom always of the afternoon, 
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, 
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, 
And in the porches of my ears did pour 
The leperous distilment; whose effect 
Holds such an enmity with blood of man 
That quick as quicksilver it courses through 
The natural gates and alleys of the body. 
I. v. 59. 
Ham. Slanders, sir : for the satirical rogue says here that 
old men have gray beards, that their faces are wrinkled, 
their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and 
that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most 
