- O! never say that I was false of heart,
- Though absence seem’d 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 rang’d,
- Like him that travels, I return again;
- Just to the time, not with the time exchang’d,
- 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,
- 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.