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How Violets Came Blue

by Robert Herrick, 1648

Love on a day, wise poets tell,
  Some time in wrangling spent,
Whether the violets should excel,
  Or she, in sweetest scent.

But Venus having lost the day,
  Poor girls, she fell on you:
And beat ye so, as some dare say,
  Her blows did make ye blue.

Published in Hesperides

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