Poem by Robert Herrick

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.

1. To Carnations: a Song
2. The Apron of Flowers
3. The Changes: to Corinna
4. The Present; or, The Bag of the Bee
5. A Request to the Graces

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