So well I love thee as without thee I
Love nothing; if I might choose, I’d rather die
Than be one day debarred thy company.

Since beasts and plants do grow and live and move,
Beasts are those men that such a life approve:
He only lives that deadly is in love.

The corn, that in the ground is sown, first dies,
And of one seed do many ears arise;
Love, this world’s corn, by dying multiplies

The seeds of love first by thy eyes were thrown
Into a ground untilled, a heart unknown
To bear such fruit, til by thy hands ’twas sown.

Look as your looking-glass by chance may fall,
Divide, and break in many pieces small,
And yet shows forth the selfsame face in all,

Proportions, features, graces, just the same,
And in the smallest piece as well the name
Of fairest one deserves as in the richest frame;

So all my thoughts are pieces but of you,
Which put together makes a glass so true
As I therein no other’s face but yours can view.


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