Herbs

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, He (she) once was a true love of mine."

"Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook."

"Dreary rosmarye That always mourns the dead."

"I pray your Highness mark this curious herb: Touch it but lightly, stroke it softly, Sir, And it gives forth an odor sweet and rare; But crush it harshly and you'll make a scent Most disagreeable."

"The basil tuft, that waves Its fragrant blossom over graves."

"The humble rosemary Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed To scent the desert and the dead."

"There is an herb named in Latine Convolvulus (i. e. with wind), growing among shrubs and bushes, which carrieth a flower not unlike to this Lilly, save that it yeeldeth no smell nor hath those chives within; for whitenesse they resemble one another very much, as if Nature in making this floure were a learning and trying her skill how to frame the Lilly indeed."

"In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?"

"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance."

"I know a bank where the wild thyme blows."

"Mrs. Lovett: What's my secret, frankly dear forgive my candor, family secret all to do with herbs, things like being careful with your coriander, that's what makes the gravy grander."

"The Kingdom of Heaven is like a grain of mustard seed, which a man took and sowed in his field: which indeed is the least of all seeds: but, when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof."

"The sweet mouth gathers sweet herbs."

"Oregano is the spice of life."