I prithee send me back my heart, <br />Since I cannot have thine; <br />For if from yours you will not part, <br />Why, then, shouldst thou have mine? <br /> <br />Yet now I think on't, let it lie, <br />To find it were in vain; <br />For thou hast a thief in either eye <br />Would steal it back again. <br /> <br />Why should two hearts in one breast lie, <br />And yet not lodge together? <br />O Love! where is thy sympathy, <br />If thus our breasts thou sever? <br /> <br />But love is such a mystery, <br />I cannot find it out; <br />For when I think I'm best resolved, <br />I then am in most doubt. <br /> <br />Then farewell care, and farewell woe; <br />I will no longer pine; <br />For I'll believe I have her heart, <br />As much as she hath mine.<br /><br />Sir John Suckling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-prithee-send-me-back-my-heart/
