Classic Poem

Speak, gentle heart, where is thy dwelling-place? HEART .
With her whose birth the heav'ns themselves have blest. LOVER .
What dost thou there? — HEART . Sometimes behold her face,
And lodge sometimes within her crystal breast. LOVER .
She cold, thou hot, how can you then agree? HEART .
Not Nature now, but Love doth govern me. LOVER .
With her wilt thou remain, and let me die? HEART .

If I return, we both shall die for grief. LOVER .
If still thou stay, what shall I get thereby? HEART .
I'll move her heart to purchase thy relief. LOVER .
What if her heart be hard, and stop his ears? HEART .
I'll sigh aloud, and make him soft with tears. LOVER .

If that prevail, wilt thou return from thence? HEART .
Not I alone, her heart shall come with me. LOVER .
Then will you both live under my defence? HEART .
So long as life will let us both agree. LOVER .
Why then, despair, go pack thee hence, away;
I live in hope to have a happy day.