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 VISION by GEORGE SANTAYANA CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY A SONG OF PANAMA by ALFRED DAMON RUNYON BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY CHOEPHOROI: ORESTES GOES MAD by AESCHYLUS THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING by APOLLONIDES |