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The air hath starved the Roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the Lily-tincture of her face.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 4 (160).
(4) _Flute._
Most radiant Pyramus, most Lily-white of hue.
_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act iii, sc. 1 (94).
(5) _Thisbe._
These Lily lips.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 1 (337).
(6) _Perdita._
Lilies of all kinds, The Flower-de-luce being one!
_Winter's Tale_, act iv, sc. 4 (126).
(7) _Princess._
Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure As the unsullied Lily.
_Love's Labour's Lost_, act v, sc. 2 (351).
(8) _Queen Katharine._
Like the Lily That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish.
_Henry VIII_, act iii, sc. 1 (151).
(9) _Cranmer._
Yet a virgin, A most unspotted Lily shall she pa.s.s To the ground.
_Ibid._, act v, sc. 5 (61).
(10) _Troilus._
Give me swift transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the Lily beds Proposed for the deserver.
_Troilus and Cressida_, act iii, sc. 2 (12).
(11) _Marcus._
O, had the monster seen those Lily hands Tremble, like Aspen leaves, upon a lute.
_t.i.tus Andronicus_, act ii, sc. 4 (44).
(12) _t.i.tus._
Fresh tears Stood on her cheeks as doth the honey-dew Upon a gather'd Lily almost wither'd.
_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 1 (111).
(13) _Iachimo._
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh Lily!
_Cymbeline_, act ii, sc. 2 (15).
(14) _Guiderius._
O sweetest, fairest Lily!
My brother wears thee not the one half so well, As when thou grew'st thyself.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (201).
(15) _Constance._
Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with Lilies boast, And with the half-blown Rose.
_King John_, act iii, sc. 1 (53).
(16) _Salisbury._
To gild refined gold, to paint the Lily, To throw a perfume on the Violet,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (11).
