The Corn was not our recompense.

_Ibid._ (120).

This kind of service
Did not deserve Corn gratis.

_Coriolanus_, act iii, sc. 1 (124).

(19) _Cranmer._

I am right glad to catch this good occasion
Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And Corn shall fly asunder.

_Henry VIII_, act v, sc. 1 (110).

(20) _Cranmer._

Her foes shake like a field of beaten Corn
And hang their heads with sorrow.

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 4 (32).

(21) _K. Richard._

We'll make foul weather with despised tears;
Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer Corn.

_Richard II_, act iii, sc. 3 (161).

(22) _Arcite._

And run
Swifter then winde upon a field of Corne
(Curling the wealthy eares) never flew.

_Two Noble Kinsmen_, act ii, sc. 3 (91).

(23)

As Corn o'ergrown by weeds, so heedful fear
Is almost choked by unresisted lust.

_Lucrece_ (281).

I have made these quotations as short as possible. They could not be
omitted, but they require no comment.

COWSLIP.

(1) _Burgundy._

The even mead that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled Cowslip, Burnet, and green Clover.

_Henry V_, act v, sc. 2 (48).

(2) _Queen._

The Violets, Cowslips, and the Primroses,
Bear to my closet.

_Cymbeline_, act i, sc. 5 (83).

(3) _Iachimo._

On her left breast
A mole, cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
I' the bottom of a Cowslip.

_Ibid._, act ii, sc. 2 (37).

(4) _Ariel._

Where the bee sucks there suck I,
In a Cowslip's bell I lie.

_Tempest_, act v, sc. 1 (88).

(5) _Thisbe._

Those yellow Cowslip cheeks.

_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act v, sc. 1 (339).

(6) _Fairy._

The Cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go see