"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,"

"I need not tell thee of the lily white, ... Nor of thy paps where Love himself doth dwell, Which like two hills of vi…"

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

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