Why Dost Thou Wound And Break My Heart, As If We Should For Ever Part? Hast Thou Not Heard An Oath From Me, After A Day, Or Two, Or Three, I Would Come Back And Live With Thee? Take, If Thou Dost Distrust That Vow, This Second Protestation Now: Upon Thy Cheek That Spangled Tear, Which Sits As Dew Of Roses There, That Tear Shall Scarce Be Dried Before I'll Kiss The Threshold Of Thy Door; Then Weep Not, Sweet, But Thus Much Know, I'm Half Returned Before I Go.