Sonnet 109
O! never say that I was false of
heart
«William Shakespeare»
O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed
my flame to qualify,
As easy might I from
my self depart,
As from my soul which
in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of
love, if I have ranged,
Like him that travels
I return again,
Just to the time, not
with the time exchanged,
So that my self bring
water for my stain,
Never believe though
in my nature reigned,
All frailties that
besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so
preposterously be stained,
To leave for nothing
all thy sum of good:
For nothing this wide
universe I call,
Save thou my rose, in
it thou art my all.
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