And they will all prove sad enough to sting.”
As Shakspeare words it in one of his sonnets,
“Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud,”
and every gourd has its worm. So again Cowper:
“Here every drop of honey hides a sting;
Worms wind themselves into our sweetest flowers.”
On the same text moralizes the meditative sire of the Cid, in Corneille’s tragedy: