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John Suckling, 1600-talet. ====== Song ====== > 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.
