This heart that flutters near my heart     My hope and all my riches is, Unhappy when we draw apart     And happy between kiss and kiss; My hope and all my riches⁠—yes!⁠— And all my happiness.

For there, as in some mossy nest     The wrens will divers treasures keep, I laid those treasures I possessed     Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep. Shall we not be as wise as they Though love live but a day?