Love-in-idleness (pansy)

Midsummer Night’s Dream, [2.1.165-172]. Oberon. “Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell:/ It fell upon a little western flower,/ Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,/ And maidens call it love-in-idleness./ Fetch me that flowe’re; the herb I showed thee once./ The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid/ Will make or man or woman madly dote/ Upon the next live creature that it sees.”

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Love-in-Idleness.