tural Roses.

_Ibid._, act v, chorus (7).
(_See_ CHERRY, No. 5.)

(36) _Juliet._

What's in a name? That which we call a Rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

_Romeo and Juliet_, act ii, sc. 2 (43).

(37) _Ophelia._

The expectancy and Rose of the fair state.

_Hamlet_, act iii, sc. 1 (160).

(38) _Hamlet._

Such an act . . . takes off the Rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there.

_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 4 (40).

(39) _Othello._

When I have pluck'd the Rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again,
It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.

_Othello_, act v, sc. 2 (13).

(40) _Timon._

Rose-cheeked youth.

_Timon of Athens_, act iv, sc. 3 (86).

(41) _Othello._

Thou young and Rose-lipp'd cherubim.

_Othello_, act iv, sc. 2 (63).

(42)

Roses, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royall in their smells alone
But in their hue.

_Two Noble Kinsmen_, Introd. song.

(43) _Emilia._

Of all flowres
Methinks a Rose is best.

_Woman._

Why, gentle madam?

_Emilia._

It is the very Embleme of a maide.
For when the west wind courts her gently,
How modestly she blows, and paints the Sun
With her chaste blushes? When the north winds neere her,
Rude and impatient, then, like Chastity,
Shee locks her beauties in her bud againe,
And leaves him to base Briers.

_Ibid._, act ii, sc. 2 (160).

(44) _Wooer._

With cherry lips and cheekes of Damaske Roses.

_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (95).

(45) _See_ NETTLES, No. 13.

(46)

Roses have thorns and silver fountains mud,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

_Sonnet_ xxxv.

(47)

The Rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour that doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have f