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.
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
So sweet love seemed that April morn, When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change. But I can telllet truth be told That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.
And my fause Luver staw my rose, But, ah! he left the thorn wi'me.Robert Burns
Before man's fall the rose was born,St. Ambrose says, without the thorn;But for man's fault then was the thornWithout the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn.Robert Herrick
Not thinking about a thorn doesn’t make it hurt your foot less.robert jordan
One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.james russell lowell
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.
The rose and thorn, the treasure and dragon, joy and sorrow, all mingle into one.
Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn And spangles deck the thorn.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.Robert Burns
Our dearest hopes in pangs are born, The kingliest Kings are crown'd with thorn.gerald massey
With strength and patience all his grievous loads are borne, And from the world's rose-bed he only asks a thorn.
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
England shall bide till Judgement Tide By Oak, and Ash, and thorn.