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...