Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.
(Venus and Adonis.)
Comparisons of ladies' lips to roses, and hands to lilies, are common with the old poets. How much more modern is:
The forward violet thus did I chide;
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells
If not from my love's breath?...
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair....