SHAKESPEAR LOVE

My True-Love Hath My HeartMy true-love hath my heart,

and I have his,By just exchange one for the other given.

I hold his dear,

and mine he cannot miss:There never was a bargain better driven.

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, methought,

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.