Who ’ll have the crumpled pieces of a heart?
Let him take mine!
Who ’ll give his whole of passion for a part,
And call ’t divine?
Who ’ll have the soiled remainder of desire?
Who ’ll warm his fingers at a burnt-out fire?
Who ’ll drink the lees of love, and cast i’ the mire
The nobler wine?

Let him come here, and kiss me on the...