Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.