Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes -
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
- Elizabeth Barrett Brownbing
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
- William Shakespeare
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
- William Shakespeare
As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.
- Edward Thomas