I didn't know what narcissism was until I beheld my own narcissus.
- Charles Kuralt
Lone and erect, beneath light's primal flood,
A lily! and pure as any one of you.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with elgantine.
- William Shakespeare
Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowers that in the forest grew.
- Edmund Spenser