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• The morn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came o'er the sea.
  -- Charles Jefferys (1807-1865) -- The Rose of Allandale...
• So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• A single flow'r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose
  Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet-- One perfect rose....
• A rose is a rose is a rose. Just ask Jean Marsh, known to millions of PBS viewers in the '70s as Rose, the maid on the BBC export "Upstairs, Downstairs.
  Though Marsh has since gone on to other projects, ....
• Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay
  I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away....
• I confess that I love Pooh and have never seen Beavis and Butthead.
• But I have seen the science I worshiped and the airplane I loved destroying the civilization I expected them to serve.
  -- Charles A. Lindbergh, Jr....
• She can wade in a drop of dew. She don't come and I don't follow, .
  .waits backstage while I sing to you. -- The Grateful Dead...