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?