VIOLETS.

(1) _Queen._

The Violets, Cowslips, and the Primroses,
Bear to my closet.

_Cymbeline_, act i, sc. 5 (83).

(2) _Angelo._

It is I,
That, lying by the Violet in the sun,
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season.

_Measure for Measure_, act ii, sc. 2 (165).

(3) _Oberon._

Where Oxlips and the nodding Violet grows.

_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act ii, sc. 1 (250).

(4) _Salisbury._

To gild refined gold, to paint the Lily,
To throw a perfume on the Violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of Heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

_King John_, act iv, sc. 2 (11).

(5) _K. Henry._

I think the king is but a man, as I am; the
Violet smells to him as it doth to me.

_Henry V_, act iv, sc. 1 (105).

(6) _Laertes._

A Violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent; sweet, not lasting.
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
No more.

_Hamlet_, act i, sc. 3 (7).

(7) _Ophelia._

I would give you some Violets, but they withered all when my
father died.

_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 5 (184).

(8) _Laertes._

Lay her i' the earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May Violets spring!

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 1 (261).

(9) _Belarius._

They are as gentle
As zephyrs blowing below the Violet,
Not wagging his sweet head.

_Cymbeline_, act iv, sc. 2 (171).

(10) _Duke._

That strain again! It had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of Violets,
Stealing and giving odour!

_Twelfth Night_, act i, sc. 1 (4).

(11) _Song of Spring._

When Daisies pied, and Violets blue, &c.

_Love's Labour's Lost_, act v, sc. 2 (904).
(_See_ CUCKOO-BUDS.)