"These," he adds, "are all generally called _Armerius_ or _Armeria_, yet some have called them, _Vetonica agrestis_ and others _Herba Tunica_, _Scarlatea_ and _Carophyllus silvestris_. We do in English, in most places call the first, or narrower-leaved kinds, Sweet Johns and all the rest Sweet Williams; yet in some places they call the broader-leaved kinds that are not spotted _Tolmeiners_ and London Tufts; but the speckled kind is termed by our English Gentlewomen, for the most part, London Pride. We have not known of any of these used in physic." These spicy pinks and luscious July flowers and the simple Sweet-Johns and Sweet-Williams as well recall the lovely lines of Matthew Arnold: Soon will the high midsummer pomp come on. Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted Snapdragon, Sweet-william with his homely cottage smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open jasmine in muffled lattices And groups under the dreaming garden trees And the pale moon and the white dreaming star. VI _Marigold and Larkspur_ MARIGOLD (_Calendula officinalis_). Shakespeare was devoted to the marigold. He always speaks of it with poetic rapture. The marigold that goes to bed with the sun And with him rises, weeping, is _Perdita's_ idea of the shining flower, which in these few words she tells us closes its petals in the evening and at dawn awakens wet with dew.[64] [64] "The Winter's Tale"; Act IV, Scene III. Then in the beautiful dawn-song in "Cymbeline"[65] "winking Mary-buds" remind us that the gold-flower is consecrated to the Virgin Mary. This song, so full of the freshness of early morning and the sweet perfume of flowers holding in their deep cups sufficient dew to water the horses of the sun just appearing above the horizon, is one of the loveliest of lyrics: Hark! Hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phœbus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes; With everything that pretty is--My lady, sweet, arise: Arise, arise. [65] Act II, Scene III. "The Marygold," says Lyte, "hath pleasant, bright and shining yellow flowers, the which do close at the setting down of the Sun and do spread and open again at the Sun rising." And Lupton writes: "Some do call it _Spousa Solis_, the Spowse of the Sun, because it sleeps and is awakened with him." In "The Rape of Lucrece" Shakespeare also mentions the flower: Her eyes, like marigolds, hath sheathed their light And canopied in darkness sweetly lay Till they might open to adorn the day. Very prettily the flower is introduced in Middleton and Rowley's "Spanish Gipsy": You the Sun to her must play, She to you the Marigold, To none but you her leaves unfold.