"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, He (she) on…"

"Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On thei…"

"Dreary rosmarye That always mourns the dead."

"I pray your Highness mark this curious herb: Touch it but lightly, stroke it softly, Sir, And it gives forth an odor …"

"The basil tuft, that waves Its fragrant blossom over graves."

"The humble rosemary Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed To scent the desert and the dead."

"There is an herb named in Latine Convolvulus (i. e. with wind), growing among shrubs and bushes, which carrieth a flo…"

"In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?"

"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance."

"I know a bank where the wild thyme blows."