Here did she fall a tear; here in this place
I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace.
Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,
In the remembrance of a weeping queen.
KING RICHARD THE SECOND (Act 4, Scene 1)
There's fennel for you, and columbines.
There's rue for you; and here'ssome for me.
We may call it herb of grace a Sundays.
HAMLET (Act 4, Scene 5)