lost friend

Michael Drayton
Good folk. For gold or hire.
But help me to a cryer .
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 will please him for his pain
And by this mark I will you show
That only I this heart do owe.
It is a wounded heart
Where in yet sticks the dart
Every piece sore hurt through out it.
Faith and troth writ round about it.
It was a tame heart and a dear.
And never used to roam.
But having this haunt I fear
It will 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….