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THE CRIER, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Good folk, for gold or hire
Last Line: Or send it back to me.
Variant Title(s): The Cryer
Subject(s): Hearts


GOOD folk, for gold or hire,
But help me to a crier;
For my poor heart is run astray
After two eyes, that passed this way.
O yes, O yes, O yes,
If there be any man,
In town or country, can
Bring me my heart again,
I'll please him for his pain;
And by these marks I will you show
That only I this heart do owe.

It is a wounded heart,
Wherein yet sticks the dart,
Every piece sore hurt throughout it,
Faith and troth writ round about it:
It was a tame heart and a dear,
And never used to roam;
But having got this haunt, I fear,
'Twill hardly stay at home.
For God's sake, walking by the way,
If you my heart do see,
Either impound it for a stray,
Or send it back to me.





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