See also: Poems by all poets about heart and All poems by Robert Herrick
The Heart
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part
Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
The Wounded Heart
Come, bring your sampler, and with art
Draw in't a wounded heart,
And dropping here and there;
Not that I think that any dart
Can make your's bleed a tear,
Or pierce it any where;
Yet do it to this end,--that I
May by
This secret see,
Though you can make
That heart to bleed, your's ne'er will ache
For me,