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,
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,
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.
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