But as your worke is woven all above,/with woodbynd flowers and fragrant Eglantine:/so sweet your prison you in time shall prove,/with many deare delights bedecked fine. - Edmund Spenser, Amoretti (71.9-12)

"I bade men tell me which in brief,/ Which is fairer, flower or leaf./ They did not have the wit to say,/ Leaves by night and flowers by day./ Leaves and bark, leaves and bark,/ To lean against and hear in the dark./ Petals I may have once pursued./ Leaves are all my darker mood." - ROBERT FROST