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Old women should not seek to be perfumed. - Archilochus In virtue, nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar! - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Don Juan (canto I, st. 17) And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour. - Colley Cibber, Richard III (Altered.) (act V, sc. 3, l. 44) I cannot talk with civet in the room A fine puss gentleman that's all perfume. - William Cowper, Conversation (l. 283) Soft carpet-knights all scenting musk and amber. - Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas, Divine Weekes and Workes--Third Day (pt. I) And ever since then, when the clock strikes two, She walks unbidden from room to room, And the air is filled that she passes through With a subtle, sad perfume. The delicate odor of mignonette, The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet, Is all that tells of her story--yet Could she think of a sweeter way? - Bret Harte (Francis Bret Harte), Newport Legend, quoted by Augustus Thomas in "The Witching Hour" Looke not for muske in a dogges kennell. [Look not for musk in a dog's kennel.] - George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum A stream of rich distill'd perfumes. - John Milton, Comus (556) Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Arabic the blest. - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. IV, l. 162) An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger. - John Milton, Samson Agonistes (l. 720) And all your courtly civet cats can vent Perfume to you, to me is excrement. - Alexander Pope, Epilogue to Satires (dialogue II, l. 188) And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. - Alexander Pope, The Rape of the Lock (canto I, l. 134) From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. - William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra (Enobarbus at II, ii) The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. - William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra (Enobarbus at II, ii) Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections? - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (Queen, wife to Cymbeline at I, v) The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwooed and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. - William Shakespeare, Sonnet LIV Take your paper too, And let me have them very well perfumed, For she is sweeter than perfume itself To whom they go. - William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew (Gremio at I, ii) Lawn as white as driven snow, Cyprus black as e'er was crow, Gloves as sweet as damask roses, Masks for faces and for noses, Bugle bracelet, necklace amber, Perfume for a lady's chamber, Golden quoifs and stomachers For my lads to give their dears, Pins and poking-sticks of steel, What maids lack from head to heel. - William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale (Autolycus at IV, iv)
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