The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/To Pansies

by Robert Herrick

191. 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.