Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 2, 30
Love, ope my hart, hot fire thou forth shalt take:
Open my Lauras , in it thou shalt finde
Cold frost: then of these two contraries make
But one, and that same one frame thou more kinde.
Of both our harts, make but one loving hart,
And give it unto which thou please of twaine:
Give it to her, to her doo it impart,
Or unto mee: it skills not much the same.
Ile doubt no more, when but one hart we have
Betweene us both: for this is all I crave.
Open my Lauras , in it thou shalt finde
Cold frost: then of these two contraries make
But one, and that same one frame thou more kinde.
Of both our harts, make but one loving hart,
And give it unto which thou please of twaine:
Give it to her, to her doo it impart,
Or unto mee: it skills not much the same.
Ile doubt no more, when but one hart we have
Betweene us both: for this is all I crave.
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