Fennel (Fæniculum vulgare).
Ophelia. There’s fennel for you and columbines.
Hamlet, iv. 5.
Fenel is for flatterers,
An evil thing it is sure,
But I have alwaies meant truely
With constant heart most pure.
A Handfull of Pleasant Delightes.—C. Robinson.
Christopher. No, my good lord.
Count. Your good lord! Oh! how this smells of fennel!
The Case Altered, ii. 2.—Ben Jonson.
“Hast thou ought in thy purse?” quod he.
“Any hote spices?”
“I have peper, pionies,” quod she, “and a pound garlike
A ferdyng worth of fenel-seed for fastyng dayes.”
Piers Plowman.
Oh! faded flowers of fennel, that will not bloom again
For any south wind’s calling, for any magic rain.