“Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.”

“The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat’ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.”

“Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.”

“Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn,
And liquid amber drop from every thorn.”

“Please look out for the few thorns that might have got mixed up with the roses.”

“She's adorned
Amply that in her husband’s eye looks lovely,—
The truest mirror that an honest wife
Can see her beauty in.”

“Last night we owned, with looks forlorn,
"Too well the scholar knows
There is no rose without a thorn" —
But peace is made! We sing, this morn,
"No thorn without a rose!"
Our Latin lesson is complete:
We've learned that Love is Bitter-Sweet!”

“Life is a waste of wearisome hours
Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns;
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers,
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.”

“Maud Muller, on a summer's day,
Raked the meadows sweet with hay.
Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth
Of simple beauty and rustic health.”

“On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.”