12 thoughts on “Wordless Wednesday – Love-in-idleness

    1. “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 flower; the herb I shew’d thee once:
      The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid
      Will make man or woman madly dote
      Upon the next live creature that it sees.”
      It is a little confusing as our Viola tricolour is more often yellow than purple.

      1. Ah of course – not that it would have sprung to mind even if my mind had been on the ball as it was not a play I studied 😉

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