The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . VE in a showr of blossoms came •*-— Down, and half drownd me with the same; The blooms that fell were white and red ; But with such sweets commingled, As whether this I cannot tell My sight was pleasd more, or my smell; But true it was, as I rolld there. Without a thought of hurt or fear. Love turnd himself into a bee. And with his javelin wounded me : From which mishap this use I make. Where most sweets are, there lies a snake: Kisses and favours are sweet things ; But those have thorns, and these have stings. Robert VI. The Chi
The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . VE in a showr of blossoms came •*-— Down, and half drownd me with the same; The blooms that fell were white and red ; But with such sweets commingled, As whether this I cannot tell My sight was pleasd more, or my smell; But true it was, as I rolld there. Without a thought of hurt or fear. Love turnd himself into a bee. And with his javelin wounded me : From which mishap this use I make. Where most sweets are, there lies a snake: Kisses and favours are sweet things ; But those have thorns, and these have stings. Robert VI. The Childrens Border Love of Mother and Child 93 VI T^HE joys of parents are secret, and so are tlieir-*- griefs and fears : they cannot utter the one,nor they will not utter the other. ... It is a strangething to note the excess of this passion (of love) andhow it braves the nature and value of things ... asif man, made for the contemplation of heaven andof all noble objects, should do nothing but kneelbefore a little idol. Francis Bacon, Essays. 94 M.
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