Dirge
Dirge
William Shakespeare
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid
Fly away, fly away, breath,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true did share it.
The
Bargain
The Bargain
Sir Philip Sidney
My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for another 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 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.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for another given:
I hold his dear and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven