MYRTLE

EUPHRONIUS

I was of late as petty to his ends

As did the morn-dew on the MYRTLE-LEAF

To his grand sea.

—Antony and Cleopatra [Act III, sc. 10]

Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her,

Under a MYRTLE shade began to woo him.

—Passionate Pilgrim

ISABELLA

Merciful Heaven,

Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt

Split’st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak

Than the soft MYRTLE.

—Measure for Measure [Act II, sc. 2]

Then sad she hasteth to a MYRTLE grove.

—Venus and Adonis