I prithee send me back my heart

I prithee send me back my heart

Since I cannot have thine,

For if from yours you will not part

Why then should you keep mine?

Yet now I think on it let it lie

To send it me were vain,

For thou'st a thief in either eye

Will 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 hearts thou sever?

But love is such a mystery

I cannot find it out,

For when I think I'm best resolved

Then am I most in doubt.

Then farewell care and farewell woe,

I will no longer pine;

But I'll believe I have his heart

As much as he hath mine.