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.

Suckling, John. The Works of Sir John Suckling. A. Hamilton Thompson, ed.
London: George Routledge & Sons, Ltd., 1910. 49.

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