Part 2 — SONG
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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?
Yet now I think on't, let it lie, To find it were in vain, For thou 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 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 hath mine.
John Suckling [1609-1642]