text: 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 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.