I hope Mother hath not put her into my Chamber, but I know that she hath sett so manie Trays full of spearmint, Peppermint, Camomiles, and Poppie-heads in the blue Chamber to dry, that she will not care to move them, nor have the Window opened lest they shoulde be blown aboute.
"Mary Powell & Deborah's Diary"
Anne Manning
There a magic drink they gave him, Made of Nahma-wusk, the spearmint, And Wabeno-wusk, the yarrow, Roots of power, and herbs of healing; Beat their drums, and shook their rattles; Chanted singly and in chorus, Mystic songs like these, they chanted.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When I got my letter, I was in the gardin, right there by the spearmint bed.
"Country Neighbors"
Alice Brown