by Sir John Suckling
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 th' hast 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 resolv'd,
I then am in most doubt.
Then farewell care, and farewell woe,
I will no longer pine :
For I'll believe I have her heart
As much as she hath mine.
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