While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

Treaties are like roses and young girls. They last while they last.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.

When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him.