Poem by Robert Herrick

To Pansies

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.

1. The Changes: to Corinna
2. The Apron of Flowers
3. The Lily in a Crystal
4. Lovers How They Come and Part
5. The Kiss: A Dialogue

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