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

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

"Great weeds do grow apace."

"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."

"Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden And choke the her…"