Had Sorrow Ever Fitter Place?
J. Raynor
Had Sorrow ever fitter Place
To act his Part，
Than is my Heart，
Where it takes up all the Space
Where is no rein
To entertain
Thought that wears another Face?
Nor will I Sorrow ever have
Therein to be
But only thee，
To whom I full possession gave:
Thou in thy name
Must hold the same，
Until thou bring it to the grave.