William Shakespeare, Sonnet cix
O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify?
As easy might I from myself depart,
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As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have rang'd ,
Like him that travels, I return again;
Just to the time, not with the time exchang'd , --
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So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd ,
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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.