"I am that mint... that
columbine."
Love's Labour's Lost |
"Over me, bright April
shakes out her rain drenched hair." Sarah Teasdale |
"So doth the woodbine,
the sweet honeysuckle,
gently entwine."
A Midsummer Night's Dream |
"The many-colored Iris
rounds thine eye."
All's Well That Ends Well |
"There are no ancient
gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers and grave makers; they hold up Adam's
profession." Shakespeare |