Before the Hebrew poet sung Eve was thus pictured in paradise:
"Veiled in a cloud of fragrance where she stood
Half-spied, so thick the roses blushing round
About her glowed."
—Milton.
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may;
Old Time is still a-flying,
And that same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow may be dying."
—Herrick.
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
"But earthlier happy is the rose distilled
Than that which, withering on the virgin stem,
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness."
—Shakespeare.
"Die of a rose in aromatic pain."
—Pope.
"The budding rose above the rose full blown."
—Wordsworth.
"The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew."
—Scott.
"As though a rose should shut and be a bud again."
—Keats.
"You may place a hundred handfuls of fragrant herbs and flowers before the nightingale, yet he wishes not in his constant heart for more than the sweet breath of his beloved rose." —Janie.