The given Heart.
1
I wonder what those Lovers mean, who say,
They have giv'en their Hearts away.
Some good kind Lover tell me how;
For mine is but a Torment to me now.
2
If so it be, one place both hearts contain,
For what do they complain?
What courtesie can Love do more,
Than to join Hearts, that parted were before?
3
Wo to her stubborn Heart, if once mine come
Into the self same room;
'Twill tear and blow up all within,
Like a Granado shot into a Magazin.
4
Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts,
Of both our broken Hearts:
Shall out of both one new one make,
From hers, th' Allay; from mine, the Metal take.
5
For of her heart he from the flames will find
But little left behind:
Mine only will remain entire;
No dross was there, to perish in the Fire.
