| O! HOW thy worth with manners may I sing | |
| When thou art all the better part of me? | |
| What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? | |
| And what is ’t but mine own when I praise thee? | |
| Even for this let us divided live, | 5 |
| And our dear love lose name of single one, | |
| That by this separation I may give | |
| That due to thee, which thou deserv’st alone. | |
| O absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove, | |
| Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave | 10 |
| To entertain the time with thoughts of love, | |
| Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive, | |
| And that thou teachest how to make one twain, | |
| By praising him here who doth hence remain. |