I would I had some flowers o’ the spring that might
Become your time of day… 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…
O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
To strew him o’er and o’er!

William Shakespeare