If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Iniurious distance should not stop my way,
For then, dispight of space, I would be brought
From limits farre remote, where thou doost stay;
No matter then although my foote did stand
Vpon the farthest earth remoou’d from thee,
For nimble thought can iumpe both sea and land
As soone as thinke the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leape large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend times leasure with my mone.
Receiuing naughts by elements so sloe
But heauie teares, badges of eithers woe.
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way,
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay;
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee,
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time’s leisure with my moan.
Receiving naughts by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe.