Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere; Sweet is the junipere, but sharpe his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but pricketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but his braunches rough; Sweet is the cypresse, but his rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill. So every sweet with soure is tempred still, That maketh it be coveted the more: For easie things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men doe set but little store. Why then should I accoumpt of little paine, That endlesse pleasure shall unto me gaine? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH DEPARTURE IN THE DARK by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE INDIAN WEED by RALPH ERSKINE DO YOU FEAR THE WIND? by HAMLIN GARLAND |