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 eyeWould 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.

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 eyeWould 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.

– John Suckling –

The Poems of Sir John Suckling

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