Perfume

"In virtue, nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!"

"And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour."

"I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss gentleman that's all perfume."

"Soft carpet-knights all scenting musk and amber."

"A woman’s perfume tells more about her than her handwriting."

"And ever since then, when the clock strikes two, She walks unbidden from room to room, And the air is filled that she passes through With a subtle, sad perfume. The delicate odor of mignonette, The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet, Is all that tells of her story—yet Could she think of a sweeter way?"

"Look not for musk in a dog's kennel."

"A stream of rich distill'd perfumes."

"Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Arabie the blest."

"An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger."

"And all Arabia breathes from yonder box."

"And all your courtly civet cats can vent Perfume to you, to me is excrement."

"So perfumed that The winds were love-sick."

"From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs."

"Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections?"

"The perfumed tincture of the roses."

"Take your paper, too, And let me have them very well perfumed, For she is sweeter than perfume itself To whom they go to."

"Perfume for a lady's chamber."