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“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.”

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Book:The Poems of Sir Philip Sidney
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Philip Sidney
Philip Sidney

Philip Sidney, born on November 30, 1554, and died on October 17, 1586, was a prominent poet, playwright, and critic during the English Renaissance. His works are renowned for their elegant style and profound thought, leaving a lasting impact on literature. more

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