I Have A Heart With

Where Doubt There Truth Is - 'tis Her Shadow.

Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them Too.

Not A Single Path Of Thought I Tread, But That It Leads To God.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.