Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
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.
A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
Sweeter than the perfume of roses is a reputation for a kind, charitable, unselfish nature; a ready disposition to do to others any good turn in your power.
An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.