A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay To honour thy decree; Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep While I have eyes to see; And, having none, yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee.
Bid me despair, and I'll despair Under that cypress-tree; Or bid me die, and I will dare E'en death to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee.
Herrick.
[IX]
MEMENTO MORI
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright— The bridal of the earth and sky— The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die.
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.