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.