Sonnet CIX
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O, never say that I was false of heart, | 1
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. | 2
As easy might I from myself depart | 3
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: | 4
That is my home of love: if I have ranged, | 5
Like him that travels I return again, | 6
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, | 7
So that myself bring water for my stain. | 8
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd | 9
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, | 10
That it could so preposterously be stain'd, | 11
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; | 12
For nothing this wide universe I call, | 13
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all. | 14
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