A SONG. (Fain would I, Chloris, ere I die)

Fain would I, Chloris, ere I die, Bequeath you such a legacy, That you might say, when I am gone, None hath the like: my heart alone Were the best gift I could bestow, But that 's already yours, you know. So that 'till you my heart resign, Or fill with yours the place of mine, And by that grace my store renew, I shall have nought worth giving you; Whose breast has all the wealth I have, Save a faint carcase and a grave: But had I as many hearts as hairs. As many lives as love has fears, As many lives as years have hours, They should be all and only yours.