The Message
- Send home my long stray’d eyes to me,
- Which O too long have dwelt on thee,
- Yet since there they have learn’d such ill,
- Such forc’d fashions,
- And false passions,
- That they be
- Made by thee
- Fit for no good sight, keep them still.
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- Send home my worthless heart again,
- Which no unworthy thought could stain,
- Which if’t be taught by thine
- To make jestings
- Of protestings,
- And cross both
- Word and oath,
- Keep it, for then ’tis none of mine.
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- Yet send me back my heart and eyes,
- That I may know, and see thy lies,
- And may laugh and joy, when thou
- Art in anguish
- And dost languish
- For some one
- That will non,
- Or prove as false as thou art now.
From: Songs and Sonnets, 1633.
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