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