<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419138" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of The Rose Bush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This homely bush doth to mine eyes expose<br>A very fair, yea, comely ruddy rose.<br>This rose doth also bow its head to me,<br>Saying, Come, pluck me, I thy rose will be;<br>Yet offer I to gather rose or bud,<br>Ten to one but the bush will have my blood.<br>This looks like a trapan,[34] or a decoy,<br>To offer, and yet snap, who would enjoy;<br>Yea, the more eager on't, the more in danger,<br>Be he the master of it, or a stranger.<br>Bush, why dost bear a rose if none must have it.<br>Who dost expose it, yet claw those that crave it?<br>Art become freakish? dost the wanton play,<br>Or doth thy testy humour tend its way?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comparison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This rose God's Son is, with his ruddy looks.<br>But what's the bush, whose pricks, like tenter-hooks,<br>Do scratch and claw the finest lady's hands,<br>Or rend her clothes, if she too near it stands?<br>This bush an emblem is of Adam's race,<br>Of which Christ came, when he his Father's grace<br>Commended to us in his crimson blood,<br>While he in sinners' stead and nature stood.<br>Thus Adam's race did bear this dainty rose,<br>And doth the same to Adam's race expose;<br>But those of Adam's race which at it catch,<br>Adam's race will them prick, and claw, and scratch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Bunyan">John Bunyan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419138" data-title="Of The Rose Bush de John Bunyan" data-description="This homely bush doth to mine eyes expose A very fair, yea, comely ruddy rose. This rose doth also bow its head to me, Saying, Come, pluck me, I thy rose will be; Yet offer I to gather rose or bud, Ten to one but the bush will have my blood. This ..."></div> </div> </div>

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