|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Call us not weeds, we are flowers of the sea.|
E. L. AvelineThe Mothers Fables.
|Great weeds do grow apace.|
Beaumont and FletcherThe Coxcomb. Act IV. Sc. 4.
|Still must I on, for I am as a weed,|
Flung from the rock, on Oceans foam, to sail
Whereer the surge may sweep.
ByronChilde Harold. Canto III. St. 2.
|An ill weed grows apace.|
ChapmanAn Humorous Days Mirth. Evyl weed ys sone y growe. Harl. MS. (1490).
|In the deep shadow of the porch|
A slender bind-weed springs,
And climbs, like airy acrobat,
The trellises, and swings
And dances in the golden sun
In fairy loops and rings.
|The wolfsbane I should dread.|
|To win the secret of a weeds plain heart.|
| The richest soil, if uncultivated, produces the rankest weeds.|
PlutarchLife of Caius Marcus Coriolanus.
| Nothing teems|
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility.
Henry V. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 51.
|Now tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;|
Suffer them now, and theyll oergrow the garden
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
Henry VI. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 31.
| I will go root away|
The noisome weeds which without profit suck
The soils fertility from wholesome flowers.
Richard II. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 37.
| Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.|
Richard III. Act II. Sc. 4.
|The summers flower is to the summer sweet,|
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity;
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.