How now! what noise is that?
O heat, dry up my brains! tears, seven times salt, burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!– By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight, Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!…” William Shakespeare: Hamlet
Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers. Illustration by Walter Crane. From Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden, 1906