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Part 1. The Plant-Lore Of Shakespeare - Rice, Roses

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_ PART I. THE PLANT-LORE OF SHAKESPEARE
RICE, ROSES


RICE.


Clown.

Let me see; what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast?
Three pound of sugar, five pound of Currants, Rice----What
will this sister of mine do with Rice?[242:1]

--- Winter's Tale, act iv, sc. 3 (38).

Shakespeare may have had no more acquaintance with Rice than his knowledge of the imported grain, which seems to have been long ago introduced into England, for in a Nominale of the fifteenth century we have "Hoc risi, indeclinabile, Ryse." And in the "Promptorium Parvulorum," "Ryce, frute. Risia, vel risi, n. indecl. secundum quosdam, vel risium, vel risorum granum (rizi vel granum Indicum)." Turner was acquainted with it: "Ryse groweth plentuously in watery myddowes between Myllane and Pavia."[242:2] And Shakespeare may have seen the plant, for Gerard grew it in his London garden, though "the floure did not show itselfe by reason of the injurie of our unseasonable yeare 1596." It is a native of Africa, and was soon transferred to Europe as a nourishing and wholesome grain, especially for invalids--"sume hoc ptisanarium oryzae," says the doctor to his patient in Horace, and it is mentioned both by Dioscorides and Theophrastus. It has been occasionally grown in England as a curiosity, but seldom comes to any perfection out-of-doors, as it requires a mixture of moisture and heat that we cannot easily give it. There are said to be species in the North of China growing in dry places, which would perhaps be hardy in England and easier of cultivation, but I am not aware that they have ever been introduced.


FOOTNOTES:

[242:1] In 1468 the price of rice was 3d. a pound = 3s. of our money ("Babee's Book," xxx.).

[242:2] "Names of Herbes," s.v. Oryza.

 


ROSES.


(1) Titania.

Some to kill cankers in the Musk-rose buds.

--- Midsummer Night's Dream, act ii, sc. 3 (3).


(2) Titania.

And stick Musk-Roses in thy sleek, smooth head.

--- Ibid., act iv, sc. 1 (3).


(3) Julia.

The air hath starved the Roses in her cheeks.

--- Two Gentlemen of Verona, act iv, sc. 4 (159).


(4) Song.

There will we make our beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.

--- Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii, sc. 1 (19).


(5) Autolycus.

Gloves as sweet as Damask Roses.

--- Winter's Tale, act iv, sc. 3 (222).


(6) Olivia.

Caesario, by the Roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth, and everything,
I love thee so.

--- Twelfth Night, act iii, sc. 1 (161).


(7) Diana.

When you have our Roses,
You barely leave us thorns to prick ourselves
And mock us with our bareness.

--- All's Well that Ends Well, act iv, sc. 2 (18).


(8) Lord.

Let one attend him with a silver basin
Full of Rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers.

--- Taming of the Shrew, Induction, sc. 1 (55).


(9) Petruchio.

I'll say she looks as clear
As morning Roses newly wash'd with dew.

--- Ibid., act ii, sc. 1 (173).


(10) Tyrrell.

Their lips were four red Roses on a stalk,
Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other.

--- Richard III, act iv, sc. 3 (12).


(11) Friar.

The Roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.

--- Romeo and Juliet, act iv, sc. 1 (99).


(12) Romeo.

Remnants of packthread and old cakes of Roses
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

--- Ibid., act v, sc. 1 (47).


(13) Hamlet.

With two Provincial Roses on my razed shoes.

--- Hamlet, act iii, sc. 2 (287).


(14) Laertes.

O Rose of May,
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!

--- Ibid., act iv, sc. 5 (157).


(15) Duke.

For women are as Roses, whose fair flower
Being once display'd doth fall that very hour.

--- Twelfth Night, act ii, sc. 4 (39).


(16) Constance.

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

--- King John, act iii, sc. 1 (153).


(17) Queen.

But soft, but see, or rather do not see,
My fair Rose wither.

--- Richard II, act v, sc. 1 (7).


(18) Hotspur.

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely Rose,
And plant this Thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke.

--- 1st Henry IV, act i, sc. 3 (175).


(19) Hostess.

Your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any Rose.

--- 2nd Henry IV, act ii, sc. 4 (27).


(20) York.

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white Rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.

--- 2nd Henry VI, act i, sc. 1 (254).


(21) Don John.

I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a Rose in his grace.

--- Much Ado About Nothing, act i, sc. 3 (27).


(22) Theseus.

But earthlier happy is the Rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin Thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.[244:1]

--- Midsummer Night's Dream, act i, sc. 1 (76).


(23) Lysander.

How now, my love! Why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the Roses there do fade so fast?

--- Midsummer Night's Dream, act i, sc. 1 (128).


(24) Titania.

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson Rose.

--- Ibid., act ii, sc. 1 (107).


(25) Thisbe.

Of colour like the red Rose on triumphant Brier.

--- Ibid., act iii, sc. 1 (95).


(26) Biron.

Why should I joy in any abortive mirth?
At Christmas I no more desire a Rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth,
But like of each thing that in season grows.[245:1]

--- Love's Labour's Lost, act i, sc. 1 (105).


(27) King (reads).

So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the Rose.

--- Ibid., act iv, sc. 3 (26).


(28) Boyet.

Blow like sweet Roses in this summer air.

Princess.

How blow? how blow? Speak to be understood.

Boyet.

Fair ladies mask'd are Roses in their bud;
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels veiling clouds, or Roses blown.

--- Ibid., act v, sc. 2 (293).


(29) Touchstone.

He that sweetest Rose will find,
Must find Love's prick and Rosalind.

--- As You Like It, act iii, sc. 2 (117).


(30) Countess.

This Thorn
Doth to our Rose of youth rightly belong.

--- All's Well that Ends Well, act i, sc. 3 (135).


(31) Bastard.

My face so thin,
That in mine ear I durst not stick a Rose.

--- King John, act i, sc. 1 (141).


(32) Antony.

Tell him he wears the Rose
Of youth upon him.

--- Antony and Cleopatra, act iii, sc. 13 (20).


(33) Cleopatra.

Against the blown Rose may they stop their nose
That kneel'd unto the buds.

--- Ibid. (39).


(34) Boult.

For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a Rose;
and she were a Rose indeed!

--- Pericles, act iv, sc. 6 (37).


(35) Gower.

Even her art sisters the natural 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 full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the Roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses;
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves--sweet Roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.

--- Sonnet liv.


(48)

Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
Roses of shadow, since his Rose is true?

--- Ibid. lxvii.


(49)

Shame, like a canker in the fragrant Rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name.

--- Ibid. xcv.


(50)

Nor did I wonder at the Lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion of the Rose.

--- Ibid. xcviii.


(51)

The Roses fearfully in thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath.

--- Ibid. xcix.


(52)

I have seen Roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such Roses see I in her cheeks.

--- Ibid. cxxx.


(53)

More white and red than dove and Roses are.

--- Venus and Adonis (10).


(54)

What though the Rose has prickles? yet 'tis plucked.

--- Ibid. (574).


(55)

Who, when he lived, his breath and beauty set
Gloss on the Rose, smell to the Violet.

--- Ibid. (935).


(56)

Their silent war of Lilies and of Roses.

--- Lucrece (71).


(57)

O how her fear did make her colour rise,
First red as Roses that on lawn we lay,
Then white as lawn, the Roses took away.

--- Ibid. (257).


(58)

That even for anger makes the Lily pale,
And the red Rose blush at her own disgrace.

--- Ibid. (477).


(59)

I know what Thorns the growing Rose defends.

--- Ibid. (492).


(60)

Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase.

--- Venus and Adonis. (3).


(61)

A sudden pale,
Like lawn being spread upon the blushing Rose,
Usurps her cheek.

--- Ibid. (589).


(62)

That beauty's Rose might never die.

--- Sonnet i.


(63)

Nothing this wide universe I call
Save thou, my Rose; in it thou art my all.

--- Ibid. cix.


(64)

Rosy lips and cheeks
Within time's bending sickle's compass come.

--- Ibid. cxvi.


(65)

Sweet Rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded,
Pluck'd in the bud, and vaded in the spring!

--- The Passionate Pilgrim (131).

In addition to these many passages, there are perhaps thirty more in which the Rose is mentioned with reference to the Red and White Roses of the houses of York and Lancaster. To quote these it would be necessary to extract an entire act, which is very graphic, but too long. I must, therefore, content myself with the beginning and the end of the chief scene, and refer the reader who desires to see it in extenso to "1st Henry VI.," act ii, sc. 4. The scene is in the Temple Gardens, and Plantagenet and Somerset thus begin the fatal quarrel--


Plantagenet.

Let him that is a true-born gentleman
And stands upon the honour of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
From off this Brier pluck a White Rose with me.

Somerset.

Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a Red Rose from off this Thorn with me.


And Warwick's wise conclusion on the whole matter is--


This brawl to-day,
Grown to this faction in the Temple Garden,
Shall send, between the Red Rose and the White,
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.


There are further allusions to the same Red and White Roses in "3rd Henry VI.," act i, sc. 1 and 2, act ii, sc. 5, and act v, sc. 1; "1st Henry VI.," act iv, sc. 1; and "Richard III.," act v, sc. 4.

There is no flower so often mentioned by Shakespeare as the Rose, and he would probably consider it the queen of flowers, for it was so deemed in his time. "The Rose doth deserve the cheefest and most principall place among all flowers whatsoever, being not onely esteemed for his beautie, vertues, and his fragrant and odoriferous smell, but also because it is the honore and ornament of our English Scepter."--GERARD. Yet the kingdom of the Rose even then was not undisputed; the Lily was always its rival (see LILY), for thus sang Walter de Biblesworth in the thirteenth century--


"En co verger troveroums les flurs
Des queus issunt les doux odours (swote smel)
Les herbes ausi pur medicine
La flur de Rose, la flur de Liz (lilie)
Liz vaut per royne, Rose pur piz."


But a little later the great Scotch poet Dunbar, who lived from 1460 to 1520, that is, a century before Shakespeare, asserted the dignity of the Rose as even superior to the Thistle of Scotland.

"Nor hold none other flower in sic dainty As the fresh Rose of colour red and white; For if thou dost, hurt is thine honesty, Considering that no flower is so perfite, So full of virtue, pleasaunce, and delight, So full of blissful angelic beauty, Imperial birth, honour, and dignity."

Volumes have been written, and many more may still be written, on the delights of the Rose, but my present business is only with the Roses of Shakespeare. In many of the above passages the Rose is simply the emblem of all that is loveliest and brightest and most beautiful upon earth, yet always with the underlying sentiment that even the brightest has its dark side, as the Rose has its thorns; that the worthiest objects of our earthly love are at the very best but short-lived; that the most beautiful has on it the doom of decay and death. These were the lessons which even the heathen writers learned from their favourite Roses, and which Christian writers of all ages loved to learn also, not from the heathen writers, but from the beautiful flowers themselves. "The Rose is a beautiful flower," said St. Basil, "but it always fills me with sorrow by reminding me of my sins, for which the earth was doomed to bear thorns." And it would be easy to fill a volume, and it would not be a cheerless volume, with beautiful and expressive passages from poets, preachers, and other authors, who have taken the Rose to point the moral of the fleeting nature of all earthly things. Herrick in four lines tells the whole--


"Gather ye Roses while ye may
Old time is still a-flying,
And the same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying."


But Shakespeare's notices of the Rose are not all emblematical and allegorical. He mentions these distinct sorts of Roses--the Red Rose, the White Rose, the Musk Rose, the Provencal Rose, the Damask Rose, the Variegated Rose, the Canker Rose, and the Sweet Briar.

The Canker Rose is the wild Dog Rose, and the name is sometimes applied to the common Red Poppy.

The Red Rose and the Provencal Rose (No. 13) are no doubt the same, and are what we now call R. centifolia, or the Cabbage Rose; a Rose that has been supposed to be a native of the South of Europe, but Dr. Lindley preferred "to place its native country in Asia, because it has been found wild by Bieberstein with double flowers, on the eastern side of Mount Caucasus, whither it is not likely to have escaped from a garden."[250:1] We do not know when it was introduced into England, but it was familiar to Chaucer--


"The savour of the Roses swote
Me smote right to the herte rote,
As I hadde alle embawmed be.

* * * * *

Of Roses there were grete wone,
So faire were never in Rone."


i.e., in Provence, at the mouth of the Rhone. For beauty in shape and exquisite fragrance, I consider this Rose to be still unrivalled; but it is not a fashionable Rose, and is usually found in cottage gardens, or perhaps in some neglected part of gardens of more pretensions. I believe it is considered too loose in shape to satisfy the floral critics of exhibition flowers, and it is only a summer Rose, and so contrasts unfavourably with the Hybrid Perpetuals. Still, it is a delightful Rose, delightful to the eye, delightful for its fragrance, and most delightful from its associations.

The White Rose of York (No. 20) has never been satisfactorily identified. It was clearly a cultivated Rose, and by some is supposed to have been only the wild White Rose (R. arvensis) grown in a garden. But it is very likely to have been the Rosa alba, which was a favourite in English gardens in Shakespeare's time, and was very probably introduced long before his time, for it is the double variety of the wild White Rose, and Gerard says of it: "The double White Rose doth grow wilde in many hedges of Lancashire in great abundance, even as Briers do with us in these southerly parts, especially in a place of the countrey called Leyland, and in a place called Roughford, not far from Latham." It was, therefore, not a new gardener's plant in his time, as has been often stated. I have little doubt that this is the White Rose of York; it is not the R. alba of Dr. Lindley's monograph, but the double variety of the British R. arvensis.

The White Rose has a very ancient interest for Englishmen, for "long before the brawl in the Temple Gardens, the flower had been connected with one of the most ancient names of our island. The elder Pliny, in discussing the etymology of the word Albion, suggests that the land may have been so named from the White Roses which abounded in it--'Albion insula sic dicta ab albis rupibus, quas mare alluit, vel ob rosas albas quibus abundat.' Whatever we may think of the etymological skill displayed in the suggestion . . . we look with almost a new pleasure on the Roses of our own hedgerows, when regarding them as descended in a straight line from the 'rosas albas' of those far-off summers."--Quarterly Review, vol. cxiv.

The Damask Rose (No. 5) remains to us under the same name, telling its own history. There can be little doubt that the Rose came from Damascus, probably introduced into Europe by the Crusaders or some of the early travellers in the East, who speak in glowing terms of the beauties of the gardens of Damascus. So Sir John Mandeville describes the city--"In that Cytee of Damasce, there is gret plentee of Welles, and with in the Cytee and with oute, ben many fayre Gardynes and of dyverse frutes. Non other Cytee is not lyche in comparison to it, of fayre Gardynes, and of fayre desportes."--Voiage and Travaile, cap. xi. And in our own day the author of "Eoethen" described the same gardens as he saw them: "High, high above your head, and on every side all down to the ground, the thicket is hemmed in and choked up by the interlacing boughs that droop with the weight of Roses, and load the slow air with their damask breath. There are no other flowers. The Rose trees which I saw were all of the kind we call 'damask;' they grow to an immense height and size."--Eoethen, ch. xxvii. It was not till long after the Crusades that the Damask Rose was introduced into England, for Hakluyt in 1582 says: "In time of memory many things have been brought in that were not here before, as the Damaske Rose by Doctour Linaker, King Henry the Seventh and King Henrie the Eight's Physician."--Voiages, vol. ii.[252:1]

As an ornamental Rose the Damask Rose is still a favourite, though probably the real typical Rosa Damascena is very seldom seen--but it has been the parent of a large number of hybrid Roses, which the most critical Rosarian does not reject. The whole family are very sweet-scented, so that "sweet as Damask Roses" was a proverb, and Gerard describes the common Damaske as "in other respects like the White Rose; the especiale difference consisteth in the colour and smell of the floures, for these are of a pale red colour and of a more pleasant smell, and fitter for meate or medicine."

The Musk Roses (No. 1) were great favourites with our forefathers. This Rose (R. moschata) is a native of the North of Africa and of Spain, and has been also found in Nepaul. Hakluyt gives the exact date of its introduction. "The turkey cockes and hennes," he says, "were brought about fifty yeres past, the Artichowe in time of King Henry the Eight, and of later times was procured out of Italy the Muske Rose plant, the Plumme called the Perdigwena, and two kindes more by the Lord Cromwell after his travel."--Voiages, vol. ii. It is a long straggling Rose, bearing bunches of single flowers, and is very seldom seen except against the walls of some old houses. "You remember the great bush at the corner of the south wall just by the blue drawing-room windows; that is the old Musk Rose, Shakespeare's Musk Rose, which is dying out through the kingdom now."--My Lady Ludlow, by Mrs. Gaskell. But wherever it is grown it is highly prized, not so much for the beauty as for the delicate scent of its flowers. The scent is unlike the scent of any other Rose, or of any other flower, but it is very pleasant, and not overpowering; and the plant has the peculiarity that, like the Sweet Briar, but unlike other Roses, it gives out its scent of its own accord and unsought, and chiefly in the evening, so that if the window of a bedroom near which this rose is trained is left open, the scent will soon be perceived in the room. This peculiarity did not escape the notice of Lord Bacon. "Because the breath of flowers," he says, "is far sweeter in the air (when it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air. Roses, damask and red, are fast flowers of their smells, so that you may walk by a whole row of them, and find nothing of their sweetness, yea, though it be in a morning's dew. Bays, likewise, yield no smell as they grow, Rosemary little, nor Sweet Marjoram; that which above all others yields the sweetest smell in the air is the Violet, especially the white double Violet which comes twice a year, about the middle of April, and about Bartholomew-tide; next to that is the Musk-rose."--Essay of Gardens.

The Roses mentioned in Nos. 34, 51, and 52 as a mixture of red and white must have been the mottled or variegated Roses, commonly called the York and Lancaster Roses;[253:1] these are old Roses, and very probably quite as old as the sixteenth century. There are two varieties: in one each petal is blotched with white and pink; this is the R. versicolor of Parkinson, and is a variety of R. Damascena; in the other most of the petals are white, but with a mixture of pink petals; this is the Rosa mundi or Gloria mundi, and is a variety of R. Gallica.

These, with the addition of the Eglantine or Sweet Brier (see EGLANTINE), are the only Roses that Shakespeare directly names, and they were the chief sorts grown in his time, but not the only sorts; and to what extent Roses were cultivated in Shakespeare's time we have a curious proof in the account of the grant of Ely Place, in Holborn, the property of the Bishops of Ely. "The tenant was Sir Christopher Hatton (Queen Elizabeth's handsome Lord Chancellor) to whom the greater portion of the house was let in 1576 for the term of twenty-one years. The rent was a Red Rose, ten loads of hay, and ten pounds per annum; Bishop Cox, on whom this hard bargain was forced by the Queen, reserving to himself and his successors the right of walking in the gardens, and gathering twenty bushels of Roses yearly."--CUNNINGHAM. We have records also of the garden cultivation of the Rose in London long before Shakespeare's time. "In the Earl of Lincoln's garden in Holborn in 24 Edw. I., the only flowers named are Roses, of which a quantity was sold, producing three shillings and twopence."--HUDSON TURNER.

My space forbids me to enter more largely into any account of these old species, or to say much of the many very interesting points in the history of the Rose, but two or three points connected with Shakespeare's Roses must not be passed over. First, its name. He says through Juliet (No. 36) that the Rose by any other name would smell as sweet. But the whole world is against him. Rose was its old Latin name corrupted from its older Greek name, and the same name, with slight and easily-traced differences, has clung to it in almost all European countries.

Shakespeare also mentions its uses in Rose-water and Rose-cakes, and it was only natural to suppose that a flower so beautiful and so sweet was meant by Nature to be of great use to man. Accordingly we find that wonderful virtues were attributed to it,[255:1] and an especial virtue was attributed to the dewdrops that settled on the full-blown Rose. Shakespeare alludes to these in Nos. 22 and 27; and from these were made cosmetics only suited to the most extravagant.


"The water that did spryng from ground
She would not touch at all,
But washt her hands with dew of Heaven
That on sweet Roses fall."

--- The Lamentable Fall of Queen Ellinor.--Roxburghe Ballads.


And as with their uses, so it was also with their history. Such a flower must have a high origin, and what better origin than the pretty mediaeval legend told to us by Sir John Mandeville?--"At Betheleim is the Felde Floridus, that is to seyne, the Feld florisched; for als moche as a fayre mayden was blamed with wrong and sclaundered, for whiche cause sche was demed to the Dethe, and to be brent in that place, to the whiche she was ladd; and as the Fyre began to brent about hire, sche made hire preyeres to oure Lord, that als wissely as sche was not gylty of that Synne, that He wolde helpe hire and make it to be knowen to alle men, of his mercyfulle grace. And when sche hadde thus seyd, sche entered into the Fuyr; and anon was the Fuyr quenched and oute; and the Brondes that weren brennynge becomen red Roseres, and the Brondes that weren not kyndled becomen white Roseres, full of Roses. And these weren the first Roseres and Roses, both white and rede, that evere ony man saughe."--Voiage and Travaile, cap. vi.

With this pretty legend I may well conclude the account of Shakespeare's Roses, commending, however, M. Biron's sensible remarks on unseasonable flowers (No. 26) to those who estimate the beauty of a flower or anything else in proportion to its being produced out of its natural season.


FOOTNOTES:

[244:1] This was a familiar idea with the old writers: "Therefore, sister Bud, grow wise by my folly, and know it is far greater happinesse to lose thy virginity in a good hand than to wither on the stalk whereon thou growest."--THOMAS FULLER, Antheologia, p. 32. (See also Chester's "Cantoes," No. 13, p. 137, New Shak. Soc.)

[245:1] "Non vivunt contra naturam, qui hieme concupiscunt rosas?"--SENECA, Ep. 122.

[250:1] We have an old record of the existence of large double Roses in Asia by Herodotus, who tells us, that in a part of Macedonia were the so-called gardens of Midas, in which grew native Roses, each one having sixty petals, and of a scent surpassing all others ("Hist.," viii. 138).

[252:1] The Damask Rose was imported into England at an earlier date but probably only as a drug. It is mentioned in a "Bill of Medicynes furnished for the use of Edward I., 1306-7: 'Item pro aqua rosata de Damasc,' lb. xl, iiiili."--Archaeological Journal, vol. xiv. 271.

[253:1] The York and Lancaster Roses were a frequent subject for the epigram writers; and gave occasion for one of the happiest of English epigrams. On presenting a White Rose to a Lancastrian lady--


"If this fair Rose offend thy sight,
It in thy bosom wear;
'Twill blush to find itself less white,
And turn Lancastrian there."


[255:1] "A Rose beside his beauty is a cure."--G. HERBERT, Providence. _

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