BALM

*Balsam*Balsamum*

MISTRESS QUICKLY

The several chairs of order look you scour

With juice of BALM and every precious flower.

Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest,

With loyal blazon, evermore be blest!

—Merry Wives of Windsor [Act V, sc. 5]

CLEOPATRA

As sweet as BALM, as soft as air, as gentle.

—Antony and Cleopatra [Act V, sc. 2]

And trembling in her passion, calls it BALM,

Earth’s sovereign salve to do a goddess good.

—Venus and Adonis

And drop sweet BALM in Priam’s

painted wound.

—Lucrece

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

I have conveyed aboard, and I have bought

The oil, the BALSAMUM, and aqua vitæ.

—Comedy of Errors [Act IV, sc. 1]

ALCIBIADES

Is this the BALSAM that the usuring Senate

Pours into captains’ wounds?

—Timon of Athens [Act III, sc. 5]