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-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Weeds
To win the secret of a weed’s plain heart.
Lowell.
Call us not weeds, we are flowers of the sea.
E. L. Aveline.
The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet,Though to itself it only live and die,But if that flower with base infection meet,The basest weed outbraves his dignity;For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Shakespeare.
I will go root awayThe noisome weeds which without profit suckThe soil’s fertility from wholesome flowers.
Shakespeare.
Now ’tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;Suffer them now, and they’ll o’ergrow the garden,And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
Shakespeare.
In the deep shadow of the porchA slender bind-weed springs,And climbs, like airy acrobat,The trellises, and swingsAnd dances in the golden sunIn fairy loops and rings.
Susan Coolidge.