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 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 resolved,
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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I prithee send me back my heart