Flowers/plants in Shakespeare?

I%26#039;m looking for all the references to various types of flowers made in shakespeare.. can you help with quotes about flowers? thanks

FlowersBirthday FlowersSympathy Flowers%26quot;Hamlet%26quot;, Act 4, Scene 5





%26quot;OPHELIA


There%26#039;s rosemary, that%26#039;s for remembrance; pray,


love, remember: and there is pansies. that%26#039;s for thoughts.





LAERTES


A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.





OPHELIA


There%26#039;s fennel for you, and columbines: there%26#039;s rue


for you; and here%26#039;s some for me: we may call it


herb-grace o%26#039; Sundays: O you must wear your rue with


a difference. There%26#039;s a daisy: I would give you


some violets, but they withered all when my father


died: they say he made a good end,--%26quot;


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%26quot;A Midsummer Night%26#039;s Dream%26quot;, Act 1 Scene 1





“And I serve the fairy Queen,


To dew her orbs upon the green.


The cowslips tall her pensioners be:


In their gold coats spots you see;


Those be rubies, fairy favours,


In those freckles live their savours.


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%26quot;Othello%26quot;, Act 3, Scene 3


Not Poppy or Mandragora,


Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,


Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep


Which thou ownedst yesterday


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%26quot;Othello%26quot; Act 5, Scene 2


When I have plucked the Rose,


I cannot give it vital growth again,


It needs must wither. I’ll smell it on the tree


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Reply:Midsummer%26#039;s Night Dream. The names of the fairies include Mustard Seed, Tansy, and Larkspur.
Reply:In %26quot;Hamlet%26quot;, during Ophelia%26#039;s mad scene, many references are made to flowers. I don%26#039;t have any specific quotes for you, but look up Ophelia%26#039;s mad scene.





Good luck!
Reply:Very interesting question.





At Christmas I no more desire a rose


Than wish a snow in May%26#039;s new-fangled shows;


But like of each thing that in season grows.


-Loves Labor Lost





I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,


Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,


Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,


With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:


There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,


Lull%26#039;d in these flowers with dances and delight.


-A Midsummer Night%26#039;s Dream





When daffodils begin to peer,


With heigh! the doxy over the dale,


Why, then comes in the sweet o%26#039; the year;


For the red blood reigns in the winter%26#039;s pale.


-The Winter%26#039;s Tale





Sir, the year growing ancient,


Not yet on summer%26#039;s death, nor on the birth


Of trembling winter, the fairest


flowers o%26#039; the season


Are our carnations and streak%26#039;d gillyvors,


Which some call nature%26#039;s bastards: of that kind


Our rustic garden%26#039;s barren; and I care not


To get slips of them.


-The Winter%26#039;s Tale





Here%26#039;s flowers for you;


Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;


The marigold, that goes to bed wi%26#039; the sun


And with him rises weeping: these are flowers


Of middle summer, and I think they are given


To men of middle age.


-The Winter%26#039;s Tale





Lawn as white as driven snow;


Cyprus black as e%26#039;er was crow;


Gloves as sweet as damask roses.


-The Winter%26#039;s Tale





To guard a title that was rich before,


To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,


To throw a perfume on the violet,


To smooth the ice, or add another hue


Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light


To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,


Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.


-King John





There thou prick%26#039;st her with a thistle.


– Much Ado About Nothing





Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree;


- Romeo %26amp; Juliet





Not poppy, nor mandragora Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep.


-Othello





…thou shalt not lack the flower that%26#039;s like thy face, pale primrose, nor the azured hare-bell, like they veins.


- Cymbeline





There is a willow grows aslant a brook,


that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;


There with fantastic garlands did she come


Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples


That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,


But our cold maids do dead men%26#039;s fingers call them:


There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds


Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;


When down her weedy trophies and herself


Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,


And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;


Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes...


-Hamletacting resources