A Dialogue between the Lover and His Heart

Lover. 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.