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 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.