"The propre vyolet;"

"Vpon her head a Cremosin coronet, With Damaske roses and Dafadillies set: Bayleaues betweene, And Primroses greene Em…"

"Lay her in lillies and in violets,"

"[T]he Violet pallid blew,"

"Duchess of York: Welcome, my son: who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new come spring?Duke of Aum…"

"King Henry (disguised): I think the king is but a man, as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me: ..."

"Solemne Violets hanging head as shamed,"

"These blue-vein’d violets whereon we lean Never can blab, nor know not what we mean."

"When I behold the violet past prime,"

"While all about, a meadowy ground was seen, Of violets mingling with the parsley green:"