| 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, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. |