My Love, with her, hath ta'en my heart away;
Yea, heart and all, and left me very scant.
"Such power hath Love, and nought but Love alone,
To make divided creatures live in one."
IX.
Philoparthen. "Come, gentle Death! and strike me with thy dart!
Life is but loathsome to a man opprest."
Death. "How can I kill thee! when thou hast no heart?
That which thou hadst, is in another's breast!"