fferent.
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give,
Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometimes by action dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower
Poison hath residence and medicine power:
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed kings encamp them still
In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
And where the worser is predominant,
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

_Romeo and Juliet_, act ii, sc. 3 (7).

(13) _Iago._

Though other things grow fair against the sun,
Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

_Othello_, act ii, sc. 3 (382).

(14) _Dumain._

Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom, passing fair
Playing in the wanton air;
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen, can passage find.

_Love's Labour's Lost_, act iv, sc. 3 (102).

(15)

Fair flowers that are not gathered in their prime
Rot and consume themselves in little time.

_Venus and Adonis_ (131).

(16)

The flowers are sweet, the colours fresh and trim,
But true-sweet beauty lived and died with him.

_Venus and Adonis_ (1079).

(17)

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

_Sonnet_ xviii.

(18)

With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
That Heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.

_Ibid._ xxi.

(19)

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die;
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

_Ibid._ xciv.