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SWeet is the
Rose, but growes vpon a brere;
Sweet is the Iunipere,
but sharpe his bough;
sweet is the Eglantine, but
pricketh nere;
sweet is the firbloome, but his
braunches rough.
Sweet is the Cypresse, but his rynd
is tough,
sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill;
sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough;
and sweet is Moly, but his root is ill.
So euery
sweet with soure is tempred still,
that maketh it be
coueted the more:
for easie things that may be got
at will,
most sorts of men doe set but little store.
Why then should I accoumpt of little paine,
that
endlesse pleasure shall vnto me gaine.
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