|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The rills of pleasure never run sincere,|
(Earth has no unpolluted spring;)
From the cursd soil some dangrous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.
Dr. Watts.Lyric Poems, Earth and Heaven, Line 9.
|Life has its bliss for these when past its bloom,|
As witherd roses yield a late perfume.
Shenstone.The Judgment of Hercules, Line 426. Dr. Watts.The Rose, Verse 2.