The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, and hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, and hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?