The air hath starved the Roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the Lily-tincture of her face.

_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 4 (160).

(4) _Flute._

Most radiant Pyramus, most Lily-white of hue.

_Midsummer Night's Dream_, act iii, sc. 1 (94).

(5) _Thisbe._

These Lily lips.

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 1 (337).

(6) _Perdita._

Lilies of all kinds, The Flower-de-luce being one!

_Winter's Tale_, act iv, sc. 4 (126).

(7) _Princess._

Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure As the unsullied Lily.

_Love's Labour's Lost_, act v, sc. 2 (351).

(8) _Queen Katharine._

Like the Lily That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish.

_Henry VIII_, act iii, sc. 1 (151).

(9) _Cranmer._

Yet a virgin, A most unspotted Lily shall she pa.s.s To the ground.

_Ibid._, act v, sc. 5 (61).

(10) _Troilus._

Give me swift transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the Lily beds Proposed for the deserver.

_Troilus and Cressida_, act iii, sc. 2 (12).

(11) _Marcus._

O, had the monster seen those Lily hands Tremble, like Aspen leaves, upon a lute.

_t.i.tus Andronicus_, act ii, sc. 4 (44).

(12) _t.i.tus._

Fresh tears Stood on her cheeks as doth the honey-dew Upon a gather'd Lily almost wither'd.

_Ibid._, act iii, sc. 1 (111).

(13) _Iachimo._

How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh Lily!

_Cymbeline_, act ii, sc. 2 (15).

(14) _Guiderius._

O sweetest, fairest Lily!

My brother wears thee not the one half so well, As when thou grew'st thyself.

_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (201).

(15) _Constance._

Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with Lilies boast, And with the half-blown Rose.

_King John_, act iii, sc. 1 (53).

(16) _Salisbury._

To gild refined gold, to paint the Lily, To throw a perfume on the Violet,

Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

_Ibid._, act iv, sc. 2 (11).