Bid me to live, and I will live <br />Thy Protestant to be; <br />Or bid me love, and I will give <br />A loving heart to thee. <br /> <br />A heart as soft, a heart as kind, <br />A heart as sound and free <br />As in the whole world thou canst find, <br />That heart I'll give to thee. <br /> <br />Bid that heart stay, and it will stay <br />To honour thy decree; <br />Or bid it languish quite away, <br />And't shall do so for thee. <br /> <br />Bid me to weep, and I will weep, <br />While I have eyes to see; <br />And having none, yet I will keep <br />A heart to weep for thee. <br /> <br />Bid me despair, and I'll despair, <br />Under that cypress tree; <br />Or bid me die, and I will dare <br />E'en death, to die for thee. <br /> <br />--Thou art my life, my love, my heart, <br />The very eyes of me; <br />And hast command of every part, <br />To live and die for thee.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-anthea-who-may-command-him-any-thing/
