Hold out my heart, my heart, my heart hold, hold out my heart, hold with joy's delights accloyed, O hold, hold thou out my heart, and show it, that all tbe world, the world may know it, what sweet content thou lately hast enjoyed; She that come dear would say, then laugh and run away, and if I stayed her thus would she then cry, nay fie for shame fie, my true love true not regarding; hath giv'n my love at length his full rewarding. So that unless I may tell the joys that do overfill me; my joys kept in I know in time will kill me.