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
flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Red rose, proud rose, sad rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.
- William Butler Yeats
Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowers that in the forest grew.
- Edmund Spenser