Hold out my heart

Hold out my heart, with joy's delights accloyed,

O hold thou out my heart, and show it,

That all 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 now at length his full rewarding.

So that, unless I may tell the joys that overfill me,

My joys kept in, I know in time will kill me.