“I prithee send me back my heart”
I Prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why then shouldst thou have mine?
Yet, now I think on ’t, let it lie;
To find it were in vain;
For thou ’st a thief in either eye
Would steal it back again.
Why should two hearts in one breast lie,
And yet not lodge together?
O Love! where is thy sympathy
If thus our breasts thou sever?
But love is such a mystery,
I cannot find it out;
For when I think I ’m best resolved
I then am most in doubt.
Then farewell care, and farewell woe;
I will no longer pine;
For I ’ll believe I have her heart
As much as she has mine.
Source: Bartleby.com (archived copy)