This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions; these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
William ShakespeareHot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
William Shakespeare