On the white petals are immeshed about
With delicate sprigs of green? ’Tis therefore called
Love-in-a-mist.
Pal.Who is this thistle here?
Mar. O, he, with plumèd crest, springing all armed
In steely lustre, and erect as Mars,
That is the Roman.
Pal.Find the Saracen.
Mar. This hot gladiolus, with waving swords
And crying colour.