A rose by any other name would smell as sweet

What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.

Loving for beauty is like vowing a lifetime commitment to a rose. No-matter how sweet-scented or pink "petald", every rose withers.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.