| *My True Love Hath My Heart* Sir Philip Sidney My 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 better bargain 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. |
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