Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me bloud, and not…
““Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me bloud, and not restore What I have lost with cordiall fruit? Sure there was wine Before my sighs did drie it: there was corn Before my tears did drown it. Is the yeare onely lost to me? Have I no bayes to crown it? No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted? All wasted? Not so, my heart: but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit, and not. Forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The speaker laments loss and emptiness, yet urges recognizing inner resources and transforming sorrow into joy through effort and perspective.
In simple terms: Recognize inner strength to turn loss into gain.
Key Takeaway
Use effort to turn pain into purpose.
Themes
loss
hope
transformation
effort
inner_strength
Mood
reflective
hopeful
determined
Type
poetic
inspirational
When to use this quote
- grief
- creative work
- personal growth
- healing
- mindfulness
Key Concepts
spirituality
resilience
self-actualization
Questions to Reflect On
- What inner resources can you cultivate now?
- How can you reframe loss as opportunity?
A Different Perspective
Transformation requires active choice, not passive waiting.