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Shakespeare's Sonnet XCIX / CLIV
01 : The forward violet thus did I chide:
02 : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
03 : If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
04 : Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
05 : In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
06 : The lily I condemned for thy hand,
07 : And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
08 : The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
09 : One blushing shame, another white despair;
10 : A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
11 : And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
12 : But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
13 : A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
14 : More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
15 : But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee.