To Oenone

by Robert Herrick

What conscience, say, is it in thee,   When I a heart had one, To take away that heart from me,   And to retain thy own? For shame or pity now incline   To play a loving part; Either to send me kindly thine,   Or give me back my heart. Covet not both; but if thou dost   Resolve to part with neither, Why, yet to show that thou art just,   Take me and mine together!

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