Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 26. Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere

Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere;
Sweet is the iunipeer; 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 rough;
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 every sweet with soure is tempred still,
That maketh it be coveted the more:
For easie things, that may be got at will,
Most sorts of men doe set but little store.
  Why then should I accompt of little paine,
  That endlesse pleasure shall unto me gaine!

[* I.e. raw, crude.]
[** Pill, peel.] 

1. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
2. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
3. Amoretti 32. The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat
4. Amoretti 63. After long stormes and tempests sad assay
5. Amoretti 49. Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?

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