What mortal knows Whence comes the tint and odor of the rose.— Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
The rose saith in the dewy morn,
I am most fair;
Yet all my loveliness is born
Upon a thorn.— Christina G. Rossetti.
The roses grew so thickly, I never saw the thorn,
Nor deemed the stem was prickly until my hand was torn.— Peter Spencer.