A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick






190. 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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