THE BROKE.
He is stark mad, whoever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Yet not that love so soon decays,
But that it ten in less space devour ;
Who will believe me, if I swear
That I have had the plague a year?
Who would not laugh at me, if I should say
I saw a flash of powder burn a day?
Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
If oo loves hands it e !
All riefs alloart
To riefs, and ask themselves but some ;
They e to us, but us love draws ;
He swallows us and never chaws ;
By him, as by d shot, whole ranks do die ;
He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.
If twere not so, what did bee
Of my heart when I first saw thee?
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room I carried h me.
If it had goo thee, I know
Mine would have taught thi to show
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.
Yet nothing to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite ;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they b……（内容加载失败！）
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