|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|The marigold, whose courtiers face|
Echoes the sun, and doth unlace
Her at his rise, at his full stop
Packs and shuts up her gaudy shop.
John ClevelandOn Phillis Walking Before Sunrise.
|The marigold abroad her leaves doth spread,|
Because the suns and her power is the same.
|No marigolds yet closed are,|
No shadows great appeare.
HerrickHesperides. To Daisies. Not to Shut so Soone.
|Open afresh your round of starry folds,|
Ye ardent marigolds!
Dry up the moisture from your golden lips.
KeatsI Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill.
|The sun-observing marigold.|
QuarlesThe School of the Heart. Ode XXX. St. 5.
|Nor shall the marigold unmentioned die,|
Which Acis once found out in Sicily;
She Phbus loves, and from him draws his hue,
And ever keeps his golden beams in view.
RapinIn His Latin Poem on Gardens. Trans. by Gardiner in 1706.
|And winking Mary-buds begin|
To ope their golden eyes.
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 3. Song. L. 25.
| Heres flowers for you:|
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram:
The marigold, that goes to bed wi the sun,
And with him rises weeping.
Winters Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 103.
|When with a serious musing I behold|
The graceful and obsequious marigold,
How duly every morning she displays
Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays.
George WitherThe Marigold.