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My true-love
hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one
for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he
cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in
him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my
heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his,
because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received
from my sight:
My heart was wounded with his wounded
heart;
For as from me, on him his hurt did light,
So still me thought in me his hurt did smart:
Both
equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss:
My true
love hath my heart and I have his.
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