"The full-blown rose, mid'st dewy sweets, Most perfect dies."

"When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are spoken under the rose."

"This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples."

"'Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with his hand On all my birt…"

"Oh, my Luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly play…"

"Give me one wish, and I'd be wassailing In the orchard, my English rose, Or with my shepherd, who'll bring me home."

"This little girl inside me Is retreating to her favourite place. Go into the garden. Go under the ivy, Under the leav…"

"I'll be the Rose of Sharon for you Ooh I'll come in a hurricane for you I'll do it for you..."

"It never will rain roses: when we want To have more roses we must plant more trees."

"O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm:Has found out thy bed Of crims…"