The marigold that goes to bed wi’ the sun,
And with him rises weeping.
Winter’s Tale, iv. 3.
The purple Violets and Marigolds
Shall, as a carpet, hang upon thy grave
While summer days do last.
Pericles, iv. 1.
Marigolds on death-beds blowing.
Two Noble Kinsmen. Introd. Song.
The Marigold observes the sun,
More than my subjects me have done.
So shuts the marigold her leaves
At the departure of the sun;
So from the honeysuckle sheaves
The bee goes when the day is done.
Br. Pastorals, book iii.
But, maiden, see the day is waxen old,
And ’gins to shut in with the marigold.
Br. Pastorals, book i.