The Bleeding Hand; or The Sprig of Eglantine Given to a Maid From this bleeding hand of mine, Take this sprig of Eglantine: Which, though sweet unto your smell, Yet the fretful briar will tell, He who plucks the sweets, shall prove Many thorns to be in love. |
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