... That our lasses call Herb Margaret In honour of Cortona's penitent; Whose contrite soul with red remorse was rent. While on her penitence kind Heaven did throwe The white of puritie surpassing snowe; So white and rede in this faire floure entwine, Which maids are wont ... — The plant-lore & garden-craft of Shakespeare • Henry Nicholson Ellacombe
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