Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.
If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears.
Truths and roses have thorns about them.
In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be.
Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without the thorn.
Love and a red rose can't be hid.
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.