Bartholomew Griffin - "Fly to her heart, hover about her heart" lyrics

Fly to her heart, hover about her heart, With dainty kisses mollify her heart, Pierce with thy arrows her obdurate heart, With sweet allurements ever move her heart, At mid-day and at midnight touch her heart, Be lurking closely, nestle about her heart, With power (thou art a god) command her heart, Kindle thy coals of love about her heart, Yea, even into thyself transform her heart. Ah, she must love! Be sure thou have her heart, And I must die if thou have not her heart, Thy bed, if thou rest well, must be her heart, He hath the best part sure that hath the heart. What have I not, if I have but her heart!