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On a Bleeding Lover.

[I]

A lover once I did espy,
With bleeding heart and weeping eye;
He wept and cry'd, How great's his pain,
That lives in love, and loves in vain.

II

Can there (says he) no cure be found,
But by the hand that gave the wound?
Then let me dye, which I'le indure,
Since she wants charity to cure.

III

Yet let her one day feel the pain,
To wish she had cur'd, and wish in vain;
For wither'd cheeks may chance recover
Some sparks of love, but not a Lover.