Shakespeare’s Herbs

 ”Go, bind up thou yon hanging apricocks,

  Which like unruly children, make their sire.

                                                    Richard 11



















‘When our sea walled garden, the whole land,

Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up,’

Richard 11 Act 3 Scene 4.










Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May’

                                                      Sonnet XV111




 Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2.1.169-72)


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‘Love is a Flower That Lives on the Cliff

You Can Pick up the Flower with Nothing

But Your Courage and Adventurousness’