The Cryer
Good Folke, for Gold or Hyre, But helpe me to a Cryer; For my poore Heart is runne astray After two Eyes, that pass'd this way. O yes, O yes, O yes, If there be any Man, In Towne or Countrey, can Bring me my Heart againe, Ile please him for his paine; And by these Marks I will you show, That onely I this Heart doe owe. It is a wounded Heart, Wherein yet sticks the Dart, Eu'ry piece sore hurt throughout it, Faith, and Troth, writ round about it: It was a tame Heart, and a deare, And neuer vs'd to roame; But hauing got this Haunt, I feare 'Twill hardly stay at home. For Gods sake, walking by the way, If you my Heart doe see, Either impound it for a Stray, Or send it backe to me.
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