I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows. [ William Shakespeare ]

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopies with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine. [ William Shakespeare ]

Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim.
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes.
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength - a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! [ William Shakespeare ]