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