TO PANSIES.
by Robert Herrick


AH, cruel love ! must I endure
Thy many scorns and find no cure ?
Say, are thy medicines made to be
Helps to all others but to me ?
I'll leave thee and to pansies come,
Comforts you'll afford me some ;
You can ease my heart and do
What love could ne'er be brought unto.


Source:
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 90.
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