Tell Thee Heart

Tell thee heart,
The blind of spitefulness is not a rare art,
For brothers with brothers, and lions with cubs, own only a thread of treasury to make them part,
Tis well known by the intellect,
But tell thee heart,
The blind of spitefulness not a rare art;

Tell thee soul,
The globe holds the burden, of all the unity but not as a whole,
Love by lust and reality by deception overpowered with no control,
Tis well known by the wits,
But tell thee soul,
The globe holds the burden, of all the unity but not as a whole...