Or swan’s down ever?
Or have smelt o’ the bud of the briar?
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag o’ the bee?
O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! 30
Ben Jonson.
XXIV
A BRIDAL SONG
Roses, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;