I PRITHEE send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For it 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'st 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 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 has mine. |