And ever since then, when the clock strikes two, She walks unbidden from room to room, And the air is filled that she passes through With a subtle, sad perfume. The delicate odor of mignonette, The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet, Is all that tells of her storyyet Could she think of a sweeter way? Bret HarteNewport Legend. Quoted by Augustus Thomas in The Witching Hour.
Hast thou not learnd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections? Cymbeline. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 12.
Take your paper, too, And let me have them very well perfumed, For she is sweeter than perfume itself To whom they go to. Taming of the Shrew. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 151.