O, never say that I was
false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my
flame to qualify!
As easy might I
from myself depart
As from my
soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home
of love: if I have rang'd,
Like him that travels I
return again,
Just to the time, not with
the time exchang'd --,
So that myself bring water
for my stain.
Never believe, though in my
nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege
all kinds of blood,
That it could so
preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all
thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide
universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it
thou art my all.
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