Robert Herrick - TO PANSIES

Robert Herrick - TO PANSIES

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


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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