Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
William ShakespeareThere's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines: — there 's rue for you; and here's some for me: — we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: — you may wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died: — They say, he made a good end.
William ShakespeareThe bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.
William Shakespeare