Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun, Than Oak, and Ash, and thorn.
Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose—easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.
Life let us cherish, while yet the taper glows,And the fresh flow’ret pluck ere it close;Why are we fond of toil and care?Why choose the rankling thorn to wear?
Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.
I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water; And by the thorns and by the wind The blossom that I took was thinn'd, And yet I found it sweet and fair.Dante Gabriel Rossetti
A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine!
See the stone set in your eyes,see the thorn twist in your side.I wait for youbono
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.Robert Burns
Every rose has its thorn.
With strength and patience all his grievous loads are borne, And from the world's rose-bed he only asks a thorn.william r. alger
One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.james russell lowell
With strength and patience all his grievous loads are borne, And from the world's rose-bed he only asks a thorn.
The nightingale as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making. And mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expresseth What grief her breast oppresseth.
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.james montgomery
Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.Alexander Pope
The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.
I am the one rich thing that morn Leaves for the ardent noon to win; Grasp me not, I have a thorn, But bend and take my being in.
Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn And spangles deck the thorn.
Some to the holly hedge Nestling repair; and to the thicket some; Some to the rude protection of the thorn.james thomson
Even so it was with me, when I was young: If we are nature’s, these are ours; this thorn Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong: Our blood to us, this to our blood is born; It is the show and seal of nature’s truth, Where love’s strong passion is impress’d in youth: By our remembrances of days foregone, Such were our faults; or then we thought them none. Her eye is sick on’t: I observe her now.
Plantagenet: Let him, that is a true-born gentleman, And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. Somerset: Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.william shakespeare