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Ah what a trifle is a hartt, If once into loues hands it com̅e? All other griefes allowe a part To other griefes, and aske them selues but som̅e. They come to vs, but vs loue drawes; Hee swallowes vs, And neuer chawes By him as by chaine=Shott whole ranks doe die Hee is the Tiran Pike, and our harts the frie. If twere not soe what did become Of my hart, when I first saw thee? I brought a hart into the roome, But from the roome I caried none with mee: If it had gone to thee, I knowe Myne would haue taught thy harte to show More pittye vnto mee. But loue alasse At one first blowe did shiuer it as glas Yet nothinge cann to nothing fall Nor any place bee emptie quite, Therefore I thinke my Brest hath all Those peeces still, though they bee not vnite. And now as broken glasses shewe A hvndred lesser faces soe My raggs of Hart can like, wish, and adore But after one such loue, cane loue no more.| [CW: Stand] |
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