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 / 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.