The last remains of Sr John Suckling Being a Full collection Of all his Poems and Letters which have been so long expected, and never till now Published, with The Licence and Approbation of his Noble and Dearest friends |
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Song.
I Prethee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine:
For if from yours you will not part,
Why then shouldst thou have mine?
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.
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?
Oh Love, where is thy sympathie,
If thus our breasts thou sever!
And yet not lodge together?
Oh Love, where is thy sympathie,
If thus our breasts thou sever!
But Love is such a mysterie,
I cannot find it out:
For when I think I'm best resolv'd,
I then am in most doubt.
I cannot find it out:
For when I think I'm best resolv'd,
I then am in most doubt.
Then farewel care, and farewel woe,
I will no longer pine:
For I'le believe I have her heart,
As much as she hath mine.
I will no longer pine:
For I'le believe I have her heart,
As much as she hath mine.
J. S.
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