The pea is but a wanton witch, In too much haste to wed, And clasps her rings on every hand; The wolfsbane I should dread; Nor will I dreary rosemarye, That always mourns the dead;- But I will woo the dainty rose, With her cheeks of tender red.
"The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood"
Thomas Hood
It was wolfsbane did it good, beat up in water quite fine.
"When Ghost Meets Ghost"
William Frend De Morgan