Leave her alone the Flaming Heart.

Leave her that; and thou shalt leave her

Not one loose shaft but Love’s whole quiver.

For in Love’s field was never found

A nobler weapon than a wound.

Love’s passives are his activ’st part.

The wounded is the wounding heart.

O heart! the equal poise of love’s both parts,

Big alike with wounds and darts.

-  Richard Crashaw, from The Flaming Heart

circa 1648