Weeds: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Call us not weeds, we are flowers of the sea.— E. L. AVELINE — The Mother's Fables.
In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In fairy loops and rings.— SUSAN COOLIDGE — Bind-Weed.
The wolfsbane I should dread.— HOOD — Flowers.