Living
To Pansies.
From Hesperides (1648)
Living
AH, cruell 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?
Ile leave thee, and to Pansies come;
Comforts you'l afford me some:
You can ease my heart, and doe
What Love co'd ne'r be brought unto.
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MLA
Herrick, Robert. “To Pansies.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/192/.
Chicago
Herrick, Robert. “To Pansies.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herrick/192/.
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