Mojo, The Bard, & Me

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

 

O, these I lack,

To make you garlands of; and my sweet friend,

To strew him o’er and o’er!

 

Perdita
The Winter’s Tale                          Act IV, Scene iv, Line 129

 

Perdita is talking to Florizel. The lead-in to today’s line is a list of all the different flowers that Perdita does not have. The list is kind of nice. I should give you that.

                                                        Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes
Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength,- a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of; and my sweet friend,
To strew him o’er and o’er.

Lots of flowers, and also some allusions to people that we’re not too familiar with. Let’s see… daffodils we know. Juno we know, but Cytherea? I dunno who that is. Bright Phoebus who is a malady to maids? Oxlip I guess is a flower? And the flower-de-Luce is a type of lily? Yes, lots of flowers. 

It's a flower day.

Yes, it's a flower day.