Send home my long-strayed eyes to me
Which (oh) too long have dwelt on thee:
Yet since there they have learned such ill
Such forced fashions
And false passions
That they be
Made by thee
Fit for no good sight, keep them still

Send home my harmless heart again
Which no unworthy thought could stain
But if it be taught by thine
To make jestings
Of protestings
And cross both
Word and oath
Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine

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 somе one
That will none
Or prove as falsе as thou art now