Never give all the Heart W.B. Yeats. Never give all the heart, for love; Will hardly seem worth thinking of; To passionate women if it seem; Certain, and they never dream; That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is; But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O never give the heart outright; For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough; If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost.
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