Grass

Merchant of Venice, [1.1.15-22]. Solario: Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,/ The better part of my affections would/ Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still/ Plucking the grass to know where sits the wind,/ Peering in maps for ports and piers and roads;/ And every object that might make me fear/ Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt/ Would make me sad.