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