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SHARPE prickes preserue the Rose, on euerie parte,
Is like to pricke his fingers, till they smarte?
But being gotte, it makes him straight amendes
It is so freshe, and pleasant to the smell,
Thoughe he was prick'd, he thinkes he ventur'd well.
And that he faine woulde get the gallant rose,
And will not reache, for feare his fingers bleede;
A nettle, is more fitter for his nose?
Or hemblocke meete his appetite to feede?
Who feares to climbe, deserues no fruicte, nor flower.
Which showes, we shoulde not fainte for anie paine,
For to atchieue the fruictes of our desire:
But still proceede, and hope at lengthe to gaine,
The thinges wee wishe, and craue with hartes entire:
Which all our toile, and labour, shal requite,
For after paine, comes pleasure, and delighte.
When winter endes, comes in the pleasant springe.
When nighte is done, the gladsome daye appeares.
When greifes be gone, then ioye doth make vs singe.
When stormes be paste, the varijng weather cleares.
So after paines, our plasures make vs glad,
But without sower, the sweete is hardlie had.
honorij.
Non quisquam fruitur
veris odoribus,
Hyblaeos latebris nec
spoliaet fauos,
Si fronti caueat, si ti-
meat rubos.
Armat spinae rosas,
mellategunt apes.
non gustauit amara.