Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be;Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.A heart as soft, a heart as kind,A heart as sound and freeAs in the whole world thou canst find,That heart I'll give to thee.Bid that heart stay, and it will stayTo honour thy decree;Or bid it languish quite away,And't shall do so for thee.Bid me to weep, and I will weep,While I have eyes to see;And having none, yet I will keepA heart to weep for thee.Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en death, to die for thee.--Thou art my life, my love, my heart,The very eyes of me;And hast command of every part,To live and die for thee. Robert Herrick