"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, 
love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.  
There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue 
for you; and here's some for me: we may call it 
herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with 
a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you 
some violets, but they withered all when my father 
died: they say he made a good end,-- "