…flower the blood produc’d:
Such flowers the deep pomegranate bears, which hides
Its purple grains beneath a flexile rind.
But short its boast, for the same winds afford
Its name, and shake them where they light adhere:
Ripe for their fall in fragile beauty gay.
Ovid, The Metamorphoses
/ Hendrick Goltzius, Adonis Dying, 1609 (detail)
