Sonnet 109: O! never say that I was false of heart
O!
never
say
that
I
was
false
of
heart,
Though
absence
seemed
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
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.
