John Suckling, 1600-talet.
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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?\\
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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.\\
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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?\\
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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.\\
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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.\\