"Weeds don't know they're weeds."

"Call us not weeds, we are flowers of the sea."

"Great weeds do grow apace."

"Still must I on, for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep."

"An ill weed grows apace."

"In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings…"

"The wolfsbane I should dread."

"To win the secret of a weed's plain heart."

"The richest soil, if uncultivated, produces the rankest weeds."

"Nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs, Losing both beauty and utility."