The cynics say that every rose
Is guarded by a thorn that grows
To spoil our posies:
But I no pleasure therefore lack;
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Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler (9 April 1860 - 22 June 1929) was an English author. She was the daughter of Henry Hartley Fowler, 1st Viscount Wolverhampton and her sister Edith Henrietta Fowler was also a novelist. On 16 April 1903 Ellen married Alfred Felkin, a senior teacher at the Royal Naval School at Mottingham near Eltham)
The Wisdom Of Folly
The cynics say that every rose
Is guarded by a thorn that grows
To spoil our posies:
But I no pleasure therefore lack;
I keep my hands behind my back
When smelling roses.
'Tis proved that Sodom's appletarts
Have ashes as component parts
For those that steal them:
My soul no disillusion seeks;
I love my apples' rosy cheecks,
But never peel them.
Though outwardly a gloomy shroud,
The inner half of every cloud
Is bright and shining;
I therefore turn my clouds about
And always wear them inside out
To show the lining.
Our idols' feet are made of clay;
So stony-hearted critics say
With scornful mockings:
My images are deified
Because I keep them well supplied
With shoes and stockings.
My
modus operandi
this--
To take no heed of what's amiss;
And not a bad one:
Because as Shakespeare used to say
A merry heart goes twice the way
That tires a sad one.