The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
Highly fed and lowly taught.