_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.) (12) _Perdita._ Violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath. _Winter's Tale_, act iv, sc. 4 (120). (13) _Duchess._ Welcome, my son; Who are the Violets now, That strew the green lap of the new-come spring? _Richard II_, act v, sc. 2 (46). (14) _Marina._ The yellows, blues, The purple Violets and Marigolds, Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave While summer-days do last. _Pericles_, act iv, sc. 1 (16). (15) These blue-veined Violets whereon we lean Never can blab, nor know not what we mean. _Venus and Adonis_ (125). (16) Who when he lived, his breath and beauty set Gloss on the Rose, smell to the Violet. _Ibid._ (936). (17) When I behold the Violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, * * * * * Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow. _Sonnet_ xii. (18)