“Where you tend a rose my lad, a thistle cannot grow.”

“If man's heart bares thistles instead of rose who will dare to admire? Before roses cometh thorns, but people only see the thorns not the roses I bare.”

“I want it said of me by those who knew me best that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.”

“Drink, my jolly lads, drink with discerning,
Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning;
Never was owl more blind than a lover,
Drink and be merry, lads, half seas over.”

“It's the soldiers of the King, my lads
Who've been, my lads, who've seen, my lads
In the fight for England's glory lads
When we've had to show them what we mean.”

“There's a dream where the contents are visible
Where the poetic champions compose
Will you breathe not a word of this secrecy, and
Will you still be my special rose?”

“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”

“Ambition is all very well, my lad, but you must cloak it.”

“Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?”

“Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?”