Heart 'nd eye

What is love for them who cry?
Then what is love for me?
For I do not love,
nor do I cry,
nor smile shall I
for heart or eye

Oh noble heart,
Oh faithful tear,
canst thou not not get along?
Or leastly be gentle to one another?

Or have I not an honest heart?
Do I not weep sincere?

Must I perhaps cut myself?
Willst thou then act as one?

Must I cut my eye?
Willst thou then cry my love?

Or shall I stab thee, dear heart?
Willst thou then bleed of tears?

A heart is not fragile,
nor an eye tender;
for neither is love,
thus neither am I.