From the time of Withers the poets treated the Marigold very much as the gardeners did—they passed it by altogether as beneath their notice.
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"That werud of yolo Guldes a garland."
The Knightes Tale.
"You the Sun to her must play,
She to you the Marigold,
To none but you her leaves unfold."
Middleton and Rowley, The Spanish Gipsy.
See also Thynne's "Emblems," No. 18; and Cutwode's "Caltha Poetarum," 1599, st. 18, 19.