My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
  By just exchange one to the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
  There never was a better bargain driven:
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and me in...

From “Patient Grissell,” Act I. Sc. 1.
ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
        O sweet content!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed?
        O punishment!
Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed
To add to golden numbers, golden...