Sonnet XLV
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The other two, slight air and purging fire, | 1
Are both with thee, wherever I abide; | 2
The first my thought, the other my desire, | 3
These present-absent with swift motion slide. | 4
For when these quicker elements are gone | 5
In tender embassy of love to thee, | 6
My life, being made of four, with two alone | 7
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy; | 8
Until life's composition be recured | 9
By those swift messengers return'd from thee, | 10
Who even but now come back again, assured | 11
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me: | 12
    This told, I joy; but then no longer glad, | 13
    I send them back again and straight grow sad. | 14
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