Poem by Robert Herrick

To My Ill Reader

THOU say'st my lines are hard,
   And I the truth will tell—
They are both hard and marr'd
   If thou not read'st them well. 

1. The Apron of Flowers
2. To Carnations: a Song
3. To Primroses Filled with Morning Dew
4. To Violets
5. To Daisies, Not to Shut so Soon

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