From Martin Parker's "Distressed Virgin", 1629, ZN2602
I put my finger to the bush,
thinking the sweetest Rose to find,
I prickt my finger to the bone,
and yet I left the rose behind
From "The Maiden's Complaint", 1633-4, ZN3062
Shall I be bound, that may be free?
Shall I love them that love not me?
Why should I thus seeme to complaine?
I see that I cannot him obtain.
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-Joe Offer-