A Quote by William Shakespeare

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. — © William Shakespeare
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.
My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.
I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.
I walked into this industry blond with red lips, and I will leave this industry blond with red lips. Mark my words.
All of our early hits, 'Danke Schoen' and 'Red Roses,' were produced by Bobby Darin.
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
I used to hate that my lips are gigantic, and now I have huge red clown lips, and I love it.
Ever since Blessed Alan de la Roche re-established this devotion the voice of the people, which is the voice of God, called it the Rosary. The word Rosary means "Crown of Roses" that is to say that every time people say the Rosary devoutly they place a crown of one hundred and fifty-three red roses and sixteen white roses upon the heads of Jesus and Mary. Being heavenly flowers these roses will never fade or lose their exquisite beauty.
In the embers shining bright A garden grows for thy delight, With roses yellow, red, and white. But, O my child, beware, beware! Touch not the roses growing there, For every rose a thorn doth bear.
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
I feel like the Roses were a great group, but I never wanted to try to do it again. I knew I couldn't get a band that would compare to the Roses, that would have an impact like the Roses.
Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.
There was a knight came riding by In early spring, when the roads were dry; And he heard that lady sing at the noon, Two red roses across the moon.
She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses but in all my garden there is no red rose.
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