“Pray you love, remember,
And there’s Pansies,—that’s for thoughts.”—Shakspeare.
Spenser designated the flower “the pretty Pawnce;” Milton spoke of it as the “Pansy freak’d with jet;” and Drayton sings:—
“The pretty Pansy then I’ll tye,
Like stones some chain enchasing;
The next to them, their near ally,
The purple Violet placing.”
Rapin writes of the flower as Flos Jovis—the flower of Jove:—
“With all the beauties in the valleys bred,
Spearmint, that’s born with Myrtle crowns to wed.