"Prickles will pain, and pain will banish love:
"I charge thee, Psyche, then the rose forbear.
"When faint and sick, thy languors to remove,
"To yon ambrosial shrubs and plants repair;
"Thou weetest not what med'cines in them are:
"What wonders follow their repeated use
"N'ote thy weak sense conceive, should I declare;
"Their labour'd balm, and well-concocted juice,
"New life, new forms, new thews, new joys, new worlds produce.