Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowers that in the forest grew.
- Edmund Spenser
Lowly, with a broken neck,
The crocus lays her cheek to mire.
- George Meredith
God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.
- J. M. Barrie
flowers are as common in the country as people are in London.
- Oscar Wilde