I wonder by my troth, what you and I did, till we loved?
Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snored we in the seven sleepers den?
But this, all pleasures francies be
If ever any beauty I did see, which I desired and got
And now, good - morrow to our waking souls
Which watch not one another out of fear
For love, all love of other sights control
And makes one little room an everywhere
Let sea - discoverers to new world have gone
Let maps to other worlds on worlds have shown
Let us possess one world, each hath one and is one
My face in your eyes, yours in mine appears
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest,
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies was not mixed equally, if our two loves be one, or, you and I love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die
Cheers.
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