Give me swift transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the Lily beds Proposed for the deserver. _Troilus and Cressida_, act iii, sc. 2 (12). (11) _Marcus._ O, had the monster seen those Lily hands Tremble, like Aspen leaves, upon a lute. _Titus Andronicus_, act ii, sc. 4 (44). (12) _Titus._ Fresh tears Stood on her cheeks as doth the honey-dew Upon a gather'd Lily almost wither'd. _Ibid._, act iii, sc. 1 (111). (13) _Iachimo._ How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh Lily! _Cymbeline_, act ii, sc. 2 (15). (14) _Guiderius._ O sweetest, fairest Lily! My brother wears thee not the one half so well, As when thou grew'st thyself. _Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (201). (15) _Constance._ Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with Lilies boast, And with the half-blown Rose. _King John_, act iii, sc. 1 (53). (16) _Salisbury._ To gild refined gold, to paint the Lily, To throw a perfume on the Violet, * * * * * Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. _Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (11). (17) _Kent._ A Lily-livered, action-taking knave. _King Lear_, act ii, sc. 2 (18). (18) _Macbeth_ Thou Lily-liver'd boy. _Macbeth_, act v, sc. 3 (15). (19) For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. _Sonnet_ xciv. (20) Nor did I wonder at the Lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion of the Rose. _Ibid._ xcviii. (21) The Lily I condemned for thy hand. _Ibid._ xcix. (22) Their silent war of Lilies and of Roses Which Tarquin view'd in her fair face's field. _Lucrece_ (71). (23) Her Lily hand her rosy cheek lies under, Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss. _Ibid._ (386). (24) The colour in thy face That even for anger makes the Lily pale, And the red Rose blush at her own disgrace. _Ibid._ (477). (25) A Lily pale with damask die to grace her. _Passionate Pilgrim_ (89). (26) Full gently now she takes him by the hand, A Lily prison'd in a jail of snow. _Venus and Adonis_ (361). (27)