A Quote by Edmund Spenser

She bathed with roses red, 
And violets blew.
And all the sweetest flowres
That in the forrest grew. — © Edmund Spenser
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.
Roses are red, violets are blue, so are my balls thanks to you.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too.
Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.
Roses are red, violets are blue, they got ten, we only got two.
Violet has the shortest wavelength of the spectrum. Behind it, the invisible ultraviolet. Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. Poor violet, violated for a rhyme.
She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses but in all my garden there is no red rose.
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday,- The tree is living yet.
A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.
Roses are reddish Violets are bluish If it weren't for Christmas We'd all be Jewish.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love.
She had brillant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun all together.
When I was in New York, I got to see Joan Rivers do an hour of material, and it blew my mind. I don't remember how old she was at the time, but she just had this edgy hour that had so much funny stuff in it, and she was so fearless. If you only watch her on the red carpet, you don't get a sense of what a legendary standup comedian she is.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, No amount of money, Can stop me from loving you, Try as they may, Try as they might, I’m not letting go, Without a fight, Some say it’s wicked, Some say it’s sinful, Some it’s wrong, And just wrong, I don’t know much, But when push comes to shove, I definitely don’t believe, There’s such thing wrong as love.
Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
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