Helena: So we grew together,
Like to a double Cherry, seeming parted,
But yet a union in partition;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.
Midsummer Night\'s Dream, act iii, sc. 2 (208).
Mistress Quickly: Feel, masters, how I shake Yea, in very truth do I an \'twere an Aspen leaf.
2nd Henry IV, act ii, sc. 4 (114).
Ophelia: There\'s Rosemary, that\'s for remembrance; pray, love, remember.
Hamlet, act iv, sc. 5 (175).引文节选自莎士比亚作品：《哈姆雷特》
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
Neighbour\'d by fruit of baser quality;
And so the prince obscured his contemplation
Under the veil of wildness.
Henry V, act i, sc. 1 (60).引文节选自莎士比亚作品：《亨利五世》
Measure for Measure, act iv, sc. 3 (149).
Celia. They are but Burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths our very petticoats will catch them.
Rosalind. I could shake them off my coat; these Burs are in my heart.
As You Like It, act i, sc. 3 (13).
Queen: There is a Willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke.
Hamlet, act iv, sc. 7 (167).
Desdemona (singing): The poor soul sat sighing by a Sycamore tree.
Sing all a green Willow; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing Willow, Willow, Willow. The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur\'d her moans;
Sing Willow, Willow, Willow. Her salt tears fell from her and soften\'d the stones,
Sing Willow, Willow, Willow. Sing all a green Willow must be my garland.
Othello, act iv, sc. 3 (41).
Juliet: What\'s in a name? That which we call a Rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Romeo and Juliet, act ii, sc. 2 (43).
Othello: When I have pluck\'d the Rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again,
It needs must wither. I\'ll smell it on the tree.
Othello, act v, sc. 2 (13).
Diana: When you have our Roses,
You barely leave us thorns to prick ourselves And mock us with our bareness.
All\'s Well that Ends Well, act iv, sc. 2 (18).
Gardener: Go, bind thou up yon dangling Apricocks,
Which, like unruly children, make their sire
Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight.
Richard II, act iii, sc. 4 (29).
To throw a perfume on the Violet,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
King John, act iv, sc. 2 (11).
Princess. Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure As the unsullied Lily.
Love\'s Labour\'s Lost, act v, sc. 2 (351).引文节选自莎士比亚作品：《约翰王》、《爱的徒劳》
Henry IV, act ii, sc. I (95).引文节选自莎士比亚作品：《亨利五世》
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