None can have a healthy love for flowers unless he loves the wild ones.
- Forbes Watson
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.
- Christopher Marlowe
Do not the petals flutter down,
Just like this?
Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That ’s newly sprung in June,
Oh, my luve’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
- Robert Burns