Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
Surely if each one saw another's heart, There would be no commerce, No sale or bargain pass: all would disperse And live apart.
God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
Love makes all hard hearts gentle.
Lie not, neither to thyself, nor man, nor God. Let mouth and heart be one; beat and speak together, and make both felt in action. It is for cowards to lie.
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.
A good heart cannot lye
Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart could have recovered greenness?
Who hath no head, needes no heart.
We Batchelors laugh and shew our teeth, but you married men laugh till your hearts ake.
Vertue flies from the heart of a Mercenary man.
The hearts letter is read in the eyes.
Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.
Humble Hearts have humble desires.
God sees hearts as we see faces.
A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.
Happier are the hands compast with yron, then a heart with thoughts.
A small heart hath small desires.
Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart; Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore.
A broken Altar, Lord, thy servant rears, Made of a heart, and cemented with tears.
Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With Him mayst rise: That, as His death calcined thee to dust, His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.