today's poem

[angevin2]

I went to the trouble of looking this one up on EEBO to see what the original spelling did with the puns. Turns out it wasn't anything interesting. In case you were curious.

The Crier
Michael Drayton

Good folk, for gold or hire,
But help me to a crier;
For my poor heart is run astray
After two eyes that passed this way.
Oyes, oyes, oyes,
If there be any man
In town or country can
Bring me my heart again,
I'll please him for his pain;
And by these marks I will you show
That only I this heart do owe.
It is a wounded heart,
Wherein yet sticks the dart;
Every piece sore hurt throughout it,
Faith and troth writ round about it;
It was a tame heart, and a dear,
And never used to roam;
But having got this haunt, I fear
'Twill 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.