Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! -Posthumus Leonatus Act V, Scene V
The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.
Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched; For death-like dragons here affright thee hard.
Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.