by William Shakespeare

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram.
The marigold that goes to bed with the sun.
And with him rises, weeping; these are flowers
Of middle summer, and I think they are given
To men of middle age.

You’re very welcome.


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William Shakespeare
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