Rose, nectar

Venus and Adonis, [571-576]. “When he did frown, O, had she then gave over,/ Such nectar from his lips she had not suck’d./ Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover./ What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d./ Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,/ Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.”