Classic Poem

Flowre, which of Adon's blood
Sprang, when of that cleare flood
Which Venus wept an other white was borne,
The sweet Cynarean youth thou right dost show:
But this sharpe-pointed thorne,
Which doth so prowde about thy crimsin grow,
What doth it represent?
Boare's tuskes, perhaps, his snowie flancke which rent:
O show of showes! of vnesteemed worth,
Which both what kill'd, and what was kill'd sett'st forth.