THYME

OBERON

I know a bank where the wild THYME blows . . .

—A Midsummer Night’s Dream [Act II, sc. 1]

IAGO

We will plant nettles or sow lettuce,

set hyssop and weed up THYME.

—Othello [Act I, sc. 3]

SONG [BOY]

But in their hue;

Maiden pinks, of odor faint,

Daisies, smell-less yet most quaint,

And sweet THYME true.

—Two Noble Kinsmen [Act I, sc. 1]