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.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-pansies/
