“O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.”

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day…”

“Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early rising sun Has…”

“He was a cut flower in a vase; fair to see, yet bound to die, and to die…”

“Thy leaf has perish'd in the green, And while we breathe beneath the sun, The world, which credits…”

“The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.”