Day, Novell

1    4, Song|   a martyrdome of my poore hart.~ ~ My faith and hope being
2    6,    2|   his desire with all~ ~my hart. So, commaunding the Bottle
3    7,    1|     to learne them both by hart, for (peradventure) they
4    7,    9| yet admit againe, that her hart and~ ~tongue herein were
5    8, Song|    Comfort abounding in my hart,~ ~ Joy and Delight~ ~ In
6   10,   10|  with a glad and cheerfull hart,~ ~imbrace for thine owne