II. Though I do part, my heart yet doth not part

Robert Tofte (1561–1620)

THOUGH I do part, my heart yet doth not part;

My poor afflicted body parts in twain,

And doth in pieces two divide my heart:

One piece my fainting spirit doth sustain,

The other part I leave with thee behind,

(The better part, and of my heart most dear);

Then to that part, so parted, be thou kind!

And to the same impart thy loving cheer!

That I, returning, may again unite

This parted heart; and find for grief, delight.

London.