Grow there, deare, I should have it all.
Yet I would not have all yet,
Hee that hath all can have no more,
25And since my love doth every day admit
New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store;
Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,
If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it:
Loves riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
30It stayes at home, and thou with losing savest it: