Reciprocal Love.
[I]
I love a Lasse, but cannot show it,
I keep a fire that burns within,
Rak'd up in embers: Ah could she know it,
I might perhaps be lov'd again:
For a true love may justly call
For friendship love reciprocall.
II
Some gentle courteous winde betray me,
A sigh by wispering in her ear,
Or let some pitious shower convey me,
By dropping on her breast a tear,
Or two, or more; the hardest flint,
By often drops receives a dint.
III
Shall I then vex my heart and rend it,
That is already too too weak;
No, no, they say, Lovers may send it,
By writing what they cannot speak:
Go then my Muse, and let this verse
Bring back my Life, or else my Hearse.
