I think the King is but a man, as I am. The violet smells to him as it doth to me. The element shows to him as it doth to me. All his senses have but human conditions. His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man. (Shakespeare, Henry V)

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world. (Shakespeare, Cymbeline)

Strew me over with maiden flowers, that all the world may know. (Shakespeare, Henry VIII)

Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers; make haste. (Shakespeare, Cymbeline)

O, how full of briars is this working-day world! (Shakespeare, Rosalind)

Under the greenwood tree... (Shakespeare, Amiens)

O, how full of briars is this working-day world! (Shakespeare, Rosalind)

Stones have been known to move and trees to speak. (Shakespeare)

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. (Shakespeare)

For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, but slow in speech, yet sweet as springtime flowers. (Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew)

There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples. (Shakespeare, Hamlet)

And do you now strew flowers in his way, that comes in triumph? (Shakespeare, Julius Caesar)

Praise the gods, and make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them. Unshout the noise. (Shakespeare, Coriolanus)

From her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring. (Shakespeare, Hamlet)

There’s fennel for you, and columbines: there’s rue for you; and here’s some for me: we may call it herb-grace o’ Sundays: O you must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. (Shakespeare, Hamlet)

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. (Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

Like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets. (Shakespeare, Twelfth Night)

This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms. (Shakespeare, Henry VIII)

For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, but slow in speech, yet sweet as springtime flowers. (Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew)

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people. (Shakespeare)

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when first it gins to bud. (Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim)

My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! (Shakespeare, Richard III)

For, being green, there is great hope… (Shakespeare, Henry VI)

Nature craves, All dues be rendered to their owners. (Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida)

Merrily, merrily shall I live now, under the blossom that hangs on the bough. (Shakespeare, The Tempest)

Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid’s archery, Sink in apple of his eye. (Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

I would not grow so fast, because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. (Shakespeare, Richard III)

Of all the flowers, methinks a rose is best. (Shakespeare, The Two Noble Kinsmen)

Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made. (Shakespeare, Sonnet LIV)

And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep. (Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

To his music, plants and flowers ever sprung; as sun and showers there had made a lasting spring. (Shakespeare, Henry VIII)

And good men's lives expire before the flowers in their caps. (Shakespeare, Macbeth)

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember: and there is pansies. that’s for thoughts. (Shakespeare, Hamlet)

Now stand you on the top of happy hours, and many maiden gardens yet unset with virtuous wish would bear your living flowers. (Shakespeare, Sonnet XVI)

Away before me to sweet beds of flowers: love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers. (Shakespeare, Twelfth Night)

Against the blown rose may they stop their nose that kneel'd unto the buds. (Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra)

My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! (Shakespeare, Richard III)

A fair one are you—well you fit our ages with flowers of winter. (Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale)

With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare. (Shakespeare, Sonnet XXI)

Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; they were but sweet, but figures of delight, drawn after you, you pattern of all those. (Shakespeare, Sonnet XCVIII)

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date. (Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII)

And thorough this distemperature we see, The seasons alter. (Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream)

Good wine needs no bush. (Shakespeare)

A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. (Shakespeare)

Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field and flourish’d, I’ll hang my head and perish. (Shakespeare, Henry VIII)

Here’s flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age. (Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale)