Tudor and Stuart Love Songs — Sir John Harrington

THE HEART OF STONE.

Whence comes my love?

O heart, disclose!

It was from cheeks that shame the rose, From lips that spoil the ruby's praise, From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze: Whence comes my woe?

as freely own;

Ah me!

'twas from a heart like stone.

The blushing cheek speaks modest mind, The lips befitting words most kind, The eye does tempt to love's desire, And seems to say, "'Tis Cupid's fire;"

Yet all so fair but speak my moan, Since nought doth say the heart of stone.

Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak Sweet eye, sweet lip, sweet blushing cheek,-- Yet not a heart to save my pain?

O Venus, take thy gifts again!

Make not so fair to cause our moan, Or make a heart that's like your own.

John Harrington.