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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.\\
