"In vain you'd fly to yonder shrubs and plants;
"Bitter their taste, and worthless their effect:
"Here is the polychrest for all thy wants;
"No panacea, like the rose, expect.
"Mute as my fellow-brutes, as them abject
"And reasonless was I, till haply woke
"By tasting of the rose, (O weak neglect
"In thee the while!) the dawn of sapience broke
"On my admiring soul, I reason'd, and I spoke.