act iv, sc. 4 (126).

(7) _Princess._

Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure
As the unsullied Lily.

_Love's Labour's Lost_, act v, sc. 2 (351).

(8) _Queen Katharine._

Like the Lily
That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head, and perish.

_Henry VIII_, act iii, sc. 1 (151).

(9) _Cranmer._

Yet a virgin,
A most unspotted Lily shall she pass
To the ground.

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 5 (61).

(10) _Troilus._

Give me swift transportance to those fields,
Where I may wallow in the Lily beds
Proposed for the deserver.

_Troilus and Cressida_, act iii, sc. 2 (12).

(11) _Marcus._

O, had the monster seen those Lily hands
Tremble, like Aspen leaves, upon a lute.

_Titus Andronicus_, act ii, sc. 4 (44).

(12) _Titus._

Fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather'd Lily almost wither'd.

_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 1 (111).

(13) _Iachimo._

How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh Lily!

_Cymbeline_, act ii, sc. 2 (15).

(14) _Guiderius._

O sweetest, fairest Lily!
My brother wears thee not the one half so well,
As when thou grew'st thyself.

_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (201).

(15) _Constance._

Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with Lilies boast,
And with the half-blown Rose.

_King John_, act iii, sc. 1 (53).

(16) _Salisbury._

To gild refined gold, to paint the Lily,
To throw a perfume on the Violet,

* * * * *

Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (11).

(17) _Kent._

A Lily-livered, action-taking knave.

_King Lear_, act ii, sc. 2 (18).

(18) _Macbeth_

Thou Lily-liver'd boy.

_Macbeth_, act v, sc. 3 (15).

(19)

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.