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lavender, sweet lavender; come and buy my lavender, hide it in your trousseau, lady fair. Let its flovely fragrance flow Over your from head to toe, lightening on your eyes, your cheek, your hair.” Cumberkand Clark Flower Song Book 1929 There’s flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun, And with him rises weeping; thes are flower Of middle summer, and I thek they are given To men of middle age. ” William Shakespeare The Winter’s Tale