A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

132. THE WOUNDED HEART

     Come, bring your sampler, and with art
     Draw in't a wounded heart,
     And dropping here and there;
     Not that I think that any dart
     Can make your's bleed a tear,
     Or pierce it any where;
     Yet do it to this end,—that I
     May by
     This secret see,
     Though you can make
     That heart to bleed, your's ne'er will ache
     For me,