Poem by Robert Herrick

To Oenone

What conscience, say, is it in thee,
When I a heart had one, [won]
To take away that heart from me,
And to retain thy own?

For shame or pity, now incline
To play a loving part;
Either to send me kindly thine,
Or give me back my heart.

Covet not both; but if thou dost
Resolve to part with neither;
Why!  yet to shew that thou art just,
Take me and mine together.

1. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman
2. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
3. I Call and I Call
4. Upon Wrinkles
5. Loss from the Least

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