Rose

Sonnets, [109]. “O, never say that I was false of heart,/ Though absence seem’d my flame to qualify./ As easy might I from myself 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 theh 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.”