Our life a harp is, with unnumbered strings,

And tones and symphonies; but our poor skill

Some shallow notes from its great music brings.

The wealth of mankind is the wisdom they leave.

When honor comes to you, be ready to take it;

But reach not to seize it before it is near.

Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you,

Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY, "A White Rose"

Silence never betrays you.