Love Sonnet 174: ' I Held A Rose And Got Pricked By Its Thorn, ' Comments
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I held a rose and got pricked by its thorn,
The pretty rose is joy, the thorn is pain,
Such as I walk through life wherewith I'm born,
I hold that joys presage pains to obtain;
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