White Rose.... I would be single.
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How uneasy is his life Who is troubled with a wife! Be she ne’er so fair or comely, Be she foul or be she homely, Be she blithe or melancholy, Have she wit, or have she folly, Be she prudent, be she squandering, Be she staid, or be she wandering, Yet uneasy is his life Who is married to a wife. Cotton.
The White Rose became celebrated in English history as the badge of the house of York, in the War of the Roses. Among the ancients, who considered the Rose as the queen of flowers, it was the custom to crown new-married persons with a chaplet of Red and White Roses; and in the procession of the Corybantes, the goddess Cybele, the protectress of cities, was pelted with White Roses.
A single Rose is shedding Its lovely lustre meek and pale: It looks as planted by despair— So white, so faint—the slightest gale Might whirl the leaves on high. Byron.