“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember;

and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts…

There’s fennel for you, and columbines;

there’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference.

There’s a daisy.

I would give you some violets, but they wither’d all when my father died. They say he made a good end,— [Sings.]
“For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.”

William Shakespeare, Hamlet (Ophelia)