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.