EGLANTINE

OBERON

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses

and with EGLANTINE.

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

ARVIRAGUS

Thou shalt not lack

The flower that’s like thy face, pale primrose, nor

The azured harebell like thy veins, no, nor

The leaf of EGLANTINE,

whom not to slander,

Out-sweeten’d not thy breath.

—Cymbeline [Act IV, sc. 2]