Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | IV. Wooing and Winning | | “I prithee send me back my heart” | | Sir John Suckling (1609–1642) |
| | | 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? | |
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| Yet, now I think on ’t, let it lie; | 5 |
| To find it were in vain; | |
| For thou ’st a thief in either eye | |
| Would steal it back again. | |
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| Why should two hearts in one breast lie, | |
| And yet not lodge together? | 10 |
| O Love! where is thy sympathy | |
| If thus our breasts thou sever? | |
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| But love is such a mystery, | |
| I cannot find it out; | |
| For when I think I ’m best resolved | 15 |
| I then am most in doubt. | |
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| Then farewell care, and farewell woe; | |
| I will no longer pine; | |
| For I ’ll believe I have her heart | |
| As much as she has mine. | 20 | | | |
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