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MARIGOLDS
[ Also see Flowers Plants ]

The marigold, whose courtier's face
  Echoes the sun, and doth unlace
    Her at his rise, at his full stop
      Packs and shuts up her gaudy shop.
      - John Cleveland,
        On Phillis Walking Before Sunrise

The marigold abroad her leaves doth spread,
  Because the sun's and her power is the same.
      - Henry Constable, Diana

No marigolds yet closed are,
  No shadows great appeare.
      - Robert Herrick,
        Hesperides--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.
      - John Keats (1),
        I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill

The sun-observing marigold.
      - Francis Quarles, The School of the Heart
         (ode XXX, st. 5)

Nor shall the marigold unmentioned die,
  Which Acis once found out in Sicily;
    She Phoebus loves, and from him draws his hue,
      And ever keeps his golden beams in view.
      - Rene Sieur de Rapin,
        In His Latin Poem on Gardens,
        (Gardiner's 1706 translation)

Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
  And Phoebus gins arise,
    His steeds to water at those springs
      On chaliced flowers that lies;
        And winking Mary-buds begin
          To ope their golden eyes.
            With every thing that pretty is,
              My lady sweet, arise,
                Arise, arise!
      - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline
         (Musicians at II, ii)

Here's flowers for you,
  Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram,
    The marigold, that goes to bed wi' th' sun.
      And with him rises weeping.
      - William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale
         (Perdita at IV, iv)

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 Wither (Whyther or Withers),
        The Marigold


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