Volume 5 — A SONG.
Reading edition
[Listen]
I Prithee send me back my Heart, Since I cannot have thine: For if from yours you will not part, Why then should you have mine. Yet now I think on’t, let it be, To send it me is vain; Thou hast a Thief in either Eye, Will steal it back again. Why should two Hearts in one Breast be, And yet not be together; Or Love, where is thy Sympathy, If thou our Hearts do sever? But Love is such a Mystery, I cannot find it out; For when I think I am best resolv’d, Then I am most in Doubt. Then farewel Care, then farewel Woe, I will no longer pine; But I’ll believe I have her Heart, As well as she hath mine.
