Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
It is astonishing to see how Shakespeare noted the smallest and most fragile things, and found the most poetic expression for them without any sacrifice of truth to Nature.
Juliet is 'the sweetest flower of all the field.' Laertes says to Ophelia:
For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward not permanent, sweet not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a moment.
The canker galls the infants of the spring