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 anywhere;
Yet do it to this end: that I
                           May by
                      This secret see,
              Though you can make
That heart to bleed, yours ne’er will ache
                           For me.