[1] O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
[2] When thou art all the better part of me?
[3] What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
[4] And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee?
[5] Even for this let us divided live,
[6] And our dear love lose name of single one,
[7] That by this separation I may give
[8] That due to thee which thou deservest alone.
[9] O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
[10] Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave
[11] To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
[12] Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
[13] And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
[14] By praising him here who doth hence remain!
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