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 myself 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.
More verses by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 30: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought
- Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened, Though More Weak In Seeming
- Sonnet 128: How Oft, When Thou, My Music, Music Play'st
- Sonnet 145: Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make
- Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face With Nature's Own Hand Painted