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