10:02 am, 4.7.09

Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew'd thee once:
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
-A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, Scene 1, Oberon

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.
-Hamlet, Act IV, Scene V, Ophelia

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