Part 49 (1/2)

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.