William Shakespeare on Marigolds

“Mary-golds, on death beds blowing,”

“And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes.”

“Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheath’d their light, And canopied in darkness sweetly lay, Till they might open to adorn the day.”

“Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram: The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, And with him rises weeping.”