The plant-lore & garden-craft of Shakespeare
it. There are said to be species in the North of China growing in dry
places, which would perhaps be hardy in England and easier of
cultivation, but I am not aware that they have ever been introduced.
FOOTNOTES:
[242:1] In 1468 the price of rice was 3d. a pound = 3s. of our money
("Babee's Book," xxx.).
[242:2] "Names of Herbes," s.v. Oryza.
ROSES.
(1) _Titania._
Some to kill cankers in the Musk-rose buds.
_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act ii, sc. 3 (3).
(2) _Titania._
And stick Musk-Roses in thy sleek, smooth head.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 1 (3).
(3) _Julia._
The air hath starved the Roses in her cheeks.
_Two Gentlemen of Verona_, act iv, sc. 4 (159).
(4) _Song._
There will we make our beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.
_Merry Wives of Windsor_, act iii, sc. 1 (19).
(5) _Autolycus._
Gloves as sweet as Damask Roses.
_Winter's Tale_, act iv, sc. 3 (222).
(6) _Olivia._
Cæsario, by the Roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth, and everything,
I love thee so.
_Twelfth Night_, act iii, sc. 1 (161).
(7) _Diana._
When you have our Roses,
You barely leave us thorns to prick ourselves
And mock us with our bareness.
_All's Well that Ends Well_, act iv, sc. 2 (18).
(8) _Lord._
Let one attend him with a silver basin
Full of Rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers.
_Taming of the Shrew_, Induction, sc. 1 (55).
(9) _Petruchio._
I'll say she looks as clear
As morning Roses newly wash'd with dew.
_Ibid._, act ii, sc. 1 (173).
(10) _Tyrrell._
Their lips were four red Roses on a stalk,
Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other.
_Richard III_, act iv, sc. 3 (12).
(11) _Friar._
The Roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.
_Romeo and Juliet_, act iv, sc. 1 (99).
(12) _Romeo._
Remnants of packthread and old cakes of Roses
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 1 (47).
(13) _Hamlet._
With two Provincial Roses on my razed shoes.
_Hamlet_, act iii, sc. 2 (287).
(14) _Laertes._
O Rose of May,
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 5 (157).
(15) _Duke._
For women are as Roses, whose fair flower
Being once display'd doth fall that very hour.
_Twelfth Night_, act ii, sc. 4 (39).
(16) _Constance._
Of Nature's gifts, thou may'st with Lilies boast,
And with the half-blown Rose.
_King John_, act iii, sc. 1 (153).
(17) _Queen._
But soft, but see, or rather do not see,
My fair Rose wither.
_Richard II_, act v, sc. 1 (7).
(18) _Hotspur._
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely Rose,
And plant this Thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke.
_1st Henry IV_, act i, sc. 3 (175).
(19) _Hostess._
Your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any Rose.
_2nd Henry IV_, act ii, sc. 4 (27).
(20) _York._
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white Rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.
_2nd Henry VI_, act i, sc. 1 (254).
(21) _Don John._
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a Rose in his grace.
_Much Ado About Nothing_, act i, sc. 3 (27).
(22) _Theseus._
But earthlier happy is the Rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin Thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.[244:1]
_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act i, sc. 1 (76).
(23) _Lysander._
How now, my love! Why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the Roses there do fade so fast?
_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act i, sc. 1 (128).
(24) _Titania._
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson Rose.
_Ibid._, act ii, sc. 1 (107).
(25) _Thisbe._
Of colour like the red Rose on triumphant Brier.
_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 1 (95).
(26) _Biron._
Why should I joy in any abortive mirth?
At Christmas I no more desire a Rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth,
But like of each thing that in season grows.[245:1]
_Love's Labour's Lost_, act i, sc. 1 (105).
(27) _King_ (reads).
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the Rose.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 3 (26).
(28) _Boyet._
Blow like sweet Roses in this summer air.
_Princess._
How blow? how blow? Speak to be understood.
_Boyet._
Fair ladies mask'd are Roses in their bud;
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels veiling clouds, or Roses blown.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 2 (293).
(29) _Touchstone._
He that sweetest Rose will find,
Must find Love's prick and Rosalind.
_As You Like It_, act iii, sc. 2 (117).
(30) _Countess._
This Thorn
Doth to our Rose of youth rightly belong.
_All's Well that Ends Well_, act i, sc. 3 (135).
(31) _Bastard._
My face so thin,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a Rose.
_King John_, act i, sc. 1 (141).
(32) _Antony._
Tell him he wears the Rose
Of youth upon him.
_Antony and Cleopatra_, act iii, sc. 13 (20).
(33) _Cleopatra._
Against the blown Rose may they stop their nose
That kneel'd unto the buds.
_Ibid._ (39).
(34) _Boult._
For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a Rose;
and she were a Rose indeed!
_Pericles_, act iv, sc. 6 (37).
(35) _Gower._
Even her art sisters the natural Roses.
_Ibid._, act v, chorus (7).
(_See_ CHERRY, No. 5.)
(36) _Juliet._
What's in a name? That which we call a Rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
_Romeo and Juliet_, act ii, sc. 2 (43).
(37) _Ophelia._
The expectancy and Rose of the fair state.
_Hamlet_, act iii, sc. 1 (160).
(38) _Hamlet._
Such an act . . . takes off the Rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there.
_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 4 (40).
(39) _Othello._
When I have pluck'd the Rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again,
It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.
_Othello_, act v, sc. 2 (13).
(40) _Timon._
Rose-cheeked youth.
_Timon of Athens_, act iv, sc. 3 (86).
(41) _Othello._
Thou young and Rose-lipp'd cherubim.
_Othello_, act iv, sc. 2 (63).
(42)
Roses, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royall in their smells alone
But in their hue.
_Two Noble Kinsmen_, Introd. song.
(43) _Emilia._
Of all flowres
Methinks a Rose is best.
_Woman._
Why, gentle madam?
_Emilia._
It is the very Embleme of a maide.
For when the west wind courts her gently,
How modestly she blows, and paints the Sun
With her chaste blushes? When the north winds neere her,
Rude and impatient, then, like Chastity,
Shee locks her beauties in her bud againe,
And leaves him to base Briers.
_Ibid._, act ii, sc. 2 (160).
(44) _Wooer._
With cherry lips and cheekes of Damaske Roses.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (95).
(45) _See_ NETTLES, No. 13.
(46)
Roses have thorns and silver fountains mud,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
_Sonnet_ xxxv.
(47)
The Rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour that doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the Roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses;
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves--sweet Roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
_Sonnet_ liv.
(48)
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
Roses of shadow, since his Rose is true?
_Ibid._ lxvii.
(49)
Shame, like a canker in the fragrant Rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name.
_Ibid._ xcv.
(50)
Nor did I wonder at the Lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion of the Rose.
_Ibid._ xcviii.
(51)
The Roses fearfully in thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath.
_Ibid._ xcix.
(52)
I have seen Roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such Roses see I in her cheeks.
_Ibid._ cxxx.
(53)
More white and red than dove and Roses are.
_Venus and Adonis_ (10).
(54)
What though the Rose has prickles? yet 'tis plucked.
_Ibid._ (574).
(55)
Who, when he lived, his breath and beauty set
Gloss on the Rose, smell to the Violet.
_Ibid._ (935).
(56)
Their silent war of Lilies and of Roses.
_Lucrece_ (71).
(57)
O how her fear did make her colour rise,
First red as Roses that on lawn we lay,
Then white as lawn, the Roses took away.
_Ibid._ (257).
(58)
That even for anger makes the Lily pale,
And the red Rose blush at her own disgrace.
_Ibid._ (477).
(59)
I know what Thorns the growing Rose defends.