“…Bright hopes and pure delights
     Upon his course may beam,
And there, amid the sternest heights
     The sweetest flowerets gleam.

On all her breezes borne,
     Earth yields no scents like those;
But he that dares not grasp the thorn
     Should never crave the rose…” Emily Brontë – (from) The Narrow Way, 1820-1849.

John William Waterhouse – The Soul of the Rose, 1908.