The Rose

FLow'r which of Adons Bloud
Sprang, when of that cleare Floud
Which Venus wept, another white was borne:
The sweet Cynarean Youth thou lively shows,
But this sharpe-pointed Thorne
So proud about thy Crimsin Folds that grows,
What doth it represent?
Boares Teeth (perhaps) his milk-white Flanke which rent.
O show in one of unesteemed Worth
That both the kill'd, and killer setteth forth!