Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LOVE'S PLAY AT PUSH-PIN, by ROBERT HERRICK


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First Line: Love and my selfe (beleeve me) on a day
Last Line: The finger bled, but burnt was all my heart.
Subject(s): Love


Love and my selfe (beleeve me) on a day
At childish Push-pin (for our sport) did play:
I put, he pusht, and heedless of my skin,
Love prickt my finger with a golden pin:
Since which, it festers so, that I can prove
'Twas but a trick to poyson me with love:
Little the wound was; greater was the smart,
The finger bled, but burnt was all my heart.





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