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Love's Play At Push-Pin.
By Robert Herrick
Love and myself, believe me, on a day
At childish push-pin, for our sport, did play;
I put, he pushed, and, heedless of my skin,
Love pricked my finger with a golden pin;
Since which it festers so that I can prove
'Twas but a trick to poison me with love:
Little the wound was, greater was the smart,
The finger bled, but burnt was all my heart.
Extra Info:
Push-pin, a game in which pins are pushed with an endeavor to cross them.
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