en._

I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
Look pale as Primrose with blood-drinking sighs,
And all to have the noble duke alive.

_2nd Henry VI_, act iii, sc. 2 (62).

(3) _Arviragus._

Thou shalt not lack
The flower that's like thy face, pale Primrose.

_Cymbeline_, act iv, sc. 2 (220).

(4) _Hermia._

In the wood where often you and I
Upon faint Primrose-beds were wont to lie.

_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act i, sc. 1 (214).

(5) _Perdita._

Pale Primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength.

_Winter's Tale_, act iv, sc. 4 (122).

(6) _Ophelia._

Like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the Primrose path of dalliance treads
And recks not his own rede.

_Hamlet_, act i, sc. 3 (49).

(7) _Porter._

I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go
the Primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.

_Macbeth_, act ii, sc. 3 (20).

(8)

Primrose, first-born child of Ver
Merry spring-time's harbinger,
With her bells dim.

_Two Noble Kinsmen_, Introd. song.

(9)

Witness this Primrose bank whereon I lie.

_Venus and Adonis_ (151).

Whenever we speak of spring flowers, the first that comes into our
minds is the Primrose. Both for its simple beauty and for its early
arrival among us we give it the first place over

"Whatsoever other flowre of worth
And whatso other hearb of lovely hew,
The joyous Spring out of the ground brings forth
To cloath herself in colours fresh and new."

It is a plant equally dear to children and their elders, so that I
cannot believe that there is any one (except Peter Bell) to whom

"A Primrose by the river's brim
A yellow Primrose is to him--
And it is nothing more;"

rather I should believe that W. Browne's "Wayfaring Man" is a type of
most English countrymen in their simple admiration of the common
flower--

"As some wayfaring man passing a wood,
Whose waving top hath long a sea-mark stood,
Goes jogging on and in his mind nought