THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Rose, York and Lancaster. War. 
In war and love none should be twice deceived.— Dryden, 
Rose, Full-blown, placed over two buds... Secrecy. 
How hard it is for women to keep counsel.— Shakespeare. 
Rose, White and Red together . Unity. 
One happiness for which we strive, 
One heaven for me and thee.— Geibel. 
Roses, Crown of . Reward of virtue. 
I prosper, circled with thy voice. 
I shall not lose thee, though I die.— Tennyson. 
Rosebud, Red. Pure and lovely. 
Beauty is truth, truth beauty ! That is all 
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.— Keats. 
Rosebud, White. Girlhood. 
Soul not yet from heaven beguiled. 
Soul not yet by earth defiled.— W. C. Bennett. 
Rosebud, Moss . Confession of love. 
Cold is the senseless heart that never strove. 
With the wild tumult of a real flame.— Bampfylde. 
Rosebay (Rhododendron) ... Beware. Danger. 
For should I burn or break my brains. 
Pray, who will pay me for my pains?— Byron. 
Rosemary . Remembrance. 
Make me to say, when all my griefs are gone. 
Happy the heart that sighed for such a one.— S. Daniel. 
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