Weet 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.
