These notices of the "Garden-craft of Shakespeare" I now proceed to quote; but my quotations in this part will be made on a different plan to that which I adopted in the account of his "Plant-lore." I shall not here think it necessary to quote all the passages in which he mentions different objects of country life, but I shall content myself with such passages as throw light on his knowledge of horticulture, and which to some extent illustrate the horticulture of his day, and these passages I must arrange under a few general heads. In this way the second part of my subject will be very much shorter than my first, but I have good reasons for hoping that those who have been interested in the long account of the "Plant-lore of Shakespeare" will be equally interested in the shorter account of his "Garden-craft," and will acknowledge that the one would be incomplete without the other. I commence with those passages which treat generally of-- I.--FLOWERS, BLOSSOMS, AND BUDS. (1) _Quickly._ Fairies use flowers for their charactery. _Merry Wives of Windsor_, act v, sc. 5 (77). (2) _Oberon._ She his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; And that same dew, which sometime in the buds Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes, Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. _Midsummer Night's Dream_, act iv, sc. 1 (56). (3) _Gaunt._ Suppose the singing birds musicians, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd, The flowers fair ladies. _Richard II_, act i, sc. 3 (288). (4) _Katharine._ When I am dead, good wench, Let me be used with honour; strew me over With maiden flowers, that all the world may know I was a chaste wife to my grave. _Henry VIII_, act iv, sc. 2 (167). (5) _Ophelia_ (sings). White his shroud as the mountain snow Larded with sweet flowers, Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers. _Hamlet_, act iv, sc. 5 (35). (6) _Queen._ Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers. _Cymbeline_, act i, sc. 5 (1). (7) _Song._ Hark! hark! the lark at Heaven's gate sings, And Phœbus 'gins to rise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies. _Ibid._, act ii, sc. 3 (21). (8) _Arviragus._ With fairest flowers, While summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave. _Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (218). (9) _Belarius._