Weeds
- For the television series, see Weeds (TV series). For the hemp weed, see Cannabis.
Weeds in a general sense are plants that are considered by the user of the term to be a nuisance, and normally applied to unwanted plants in human-controlled settings, especially farm fields and gardens, but also lawns, parks, woods, and other areas. More specifically, the term is often used to describe native or nonnative plants that grow and reproduce aggressively. Generally, a weed is a plant in an undesired place.
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[edit]- Weeds don't know they're weeds.
- John Updike, Rabbit at Rest (1990).
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
[edit]- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 897.
- Call us not weeds, we are flowers of the sea.
- E. L. Aveline, The Mother's Fables.
- Great weeds do grow apace.
- Beaumont and Fletcher, The Coxcomb, Act IV, scene 4.
- Still must I on, for I am as a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail
Where'er the surge may sweep.- Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto III (1816), Stanza 2.
- An ill weed grows apace.
- George Chapman, An Humorous Day's Mirth. Evyl weed ys sone y growe. Harl. Manuscript (1490).
- In the deep shadow of the porch
A slender bind-weed springs,
And climbs, like airy acrobat,
The trellises, and swings
And dances in the golden sun
In fairy loops and rings.- Susan Coolidge, Bind-Weed.
- The wolfsbane I should dread.
- Thomas Hood, Flowers.
- To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.
- James Russell Lowell, Sonnet XXV.
- The richest soil, if uncultivated, produces the rankest weeds.
- Plutarch, Life of Caius Marcus Coriolanus.
- Nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility.- William Shakespeare, Henry V (c. 1599), Act V, scene 2, line 51.
- Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.- William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Act III, scene 1, line 31.
- I will go root away
The noisome weeds which without profit suck
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.- William Shakespeare, Richard II (c. 1595), Act III, scene 4, line 37.
- Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.
- William Shakespeare, Richard III (c. 1591), Act II, scene 4.
- The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity;
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.- William Shakespeare, Sonnet XCIV.
Attributed
[edit]- Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
