Oh how thy worth with manners may I singe,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine owne praise to mine owne selfe bring;
And what is’t but mine owne when I praise thee?
Euen for this, let vs deuided liue,
And our deare loue loose name of single one,
That by this seperation I may giue
That due to thee which thou deseru’st alone.
Oh absence what a torment wouldst thou proue,
Were it not thy soure leisure gaue sweet leaue
To entertaine the time with thoughts of loue,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly dost deceiue,
And that thou teachest how to make one twaine
By praising him here who doth hence remaine.
O how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring,
And what is’t but mine own, when I praise thee?
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv’st alone.
O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly dost deceive,
And that thou teachest how to make one twain
By praising him here who doth hence remain.