“Rose took my nose, I suppose”
“rose took my nose, i suppose and it really blows”
“Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.”
“My facial features smell as rugged as a rose looks. Isn’t my nose the most romantically smelling thing?”
“The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose But were always a rose.”
“The audacious telegraph operator took the flower from his buttonhole and said to her: "I give you my life in this rose.”