Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 3, 1
Who joyes in Love? the Hart alone, to see.
Who languisheth in Love? the Hart alone.
Then ist a thing impossible for mee
To joy or languish, since I Hart have none.
Withouten Hart? then tel me, what am I?
Even bones and flesh united cunningly.
The Soule, where ist? Love that hath tane away,
My Bodie onely resteth in his place.
Depriv'd of Soule and Hart, how live? I say,
I live (maintaind by Love) in this strange case.
O wonder strange, the Bodie live to see,
The Hart and Soule in other place to bee.
Who languisheth in Love? the Hart alone.
Then ist a thing impossible for mee
To joy or languish, since I Hart have none.
Withouten Hart? then tel me, what am I?
Even bones and flesh united cunningly.
The Soule, where ist? Love that hath tane away,
My Bodie onely resteth in his place.
Depriv'd of Soule and Hart, how live? I say,
I live (maintaind by Love) in this strange case.
O wonder strange, the Bodie live to see,
The Hart and Soule in other place to bee.
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