My true love hath my hearth,
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 hearth in me keeps me and him in one, My hearth in him his thoughts and senses guides; He loves my hearth, for once it was his own, I cherish his, because in me it brides. His hearth his wound received from my sight, My hearth was wounded with his wounded hearth; 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 hearth and I have his.    
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