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 optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.
The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love - the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity.
The red rose whispers of passion, and the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, and the white rose is a dove.