Flowers/plants in Shakespeare?

I'm looking for all the references to various types of flowers made in shakespeare.. can you help with quotes about flowers? thanks

Flowers/plants in Shakespeare?
"Hamlet", Act 4, Scene 5





"OPHELIA


There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,


love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.





LAERTES


A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.





OPHELIA


There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue


for you; and here's some for me: we may call it


herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with


a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you


some violets, but they withered all when my father


died: they say he made a good end,--"


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"A Midsummer Night's Dream", Act 1 Scene 1





“And I serve the fairy Queen,


To dew her orbs upon the green.


The cowslips tall her pensioners be:


In their gold coats spots you see;


Those be rubies, fairy favours,


In those freckles live their savours.


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"Othello", Act 3, Scene 3


Not Poppy or Mandragora,


Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,


Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep


Which thou ownedst yesterday


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"Othello" Act 5, Scene 2


When I have plucked the Rose,


I cannot give it vital growth again,


It needs must wither. I’ll smell it on the tree


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Reply:Midsummer's Night Dream. The names of the fairies include Mustard Seed, Tansy, and Larkspur.
Reply:In "Hamlet", during Ophelia's mad scene, many references are made to flowers. I don't have any specific quotes for you, but look up Ophelia's mad scene.





Good luck!
Reply:Very interesting question.





At Christmas I no more desire a rose


Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;


But like of each thing that in season grows.


-Loves Labor Lost





I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,


Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,


Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,


With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:


There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,


Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.


-A Midsummer Night's Dream





When daffodils begin to peer,


With heigh! the doxy over the dale,


Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;


For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.


-The Winter's Tale





Sir, the year growing ancient,


Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth


Of trembling winter, the fairest


flowers o' the season


Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors,


Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind


Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not


To get slips of them.


-The Winter's Tale





Here's flowers for you;


Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;


The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun


And with him rises weeping: these are flowers


Of middle summer, and I think they are given


To men of middle age.


-The Winter's Tale





Lawn as white as driven snow;


Cyprus black as e'er was crow;


Gloves as sweet as damask roses.


-The Winter's Tale





To guard a title that was rich before,


To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,


To throw a perfume on the violet,


To smooth the ice, or add another hue


Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light


To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,


Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.


-King John





There thou prick'st her with a thistle.


– Much Ado About Nothing





Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree;


- Romeo %26amp; Juliet





Not poppy, nor mandragora Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep.


-Othello





…thou shalt not lack the flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor the azured hare-bell, like they veins.


- Cymbeline





There is a willow grows aslant a brook,


that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;


There with fantastic garlands did she come


Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples


That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,


But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:


There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds


Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;


When down her weedy trophies and herself


Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,


And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;


Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes...


-Hamlet



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