Poems
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 most in 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.