SONNET 109 |
PARAPHRASE |
O, never say that I was false of heart, |
O, do not say that I was untrue, |
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify! |
Though absence from you seemed to make my love less warm! |
As easy might I from myself depart |
I could as easily depart from myself |
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: |
As from my soul, which lies in your breast; |
That is my home of love: if I have rang'd, |
That is my love's home: If I have wandered, |
Like him that travels I return again, |
Like a traveller, I return home again, |
Just to the time, not with the time exchang'd, |
I arrive punctual to the time but I do not change with the time, |
So that myself bring water for my stain. |
So that I myself bring water to wash away my stain. |
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd |
Never believe, even if in my nature there reigns |
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, |
Every type of sensuality, |
That it could so preposterously be stain'd, |
That my nature could be so preposterously lustful, |
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; |
To give up all your goodness; |
For nothing this wide universe I call, |
For I call the whole universe nothing, |
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all. |
Except you, my rose; in this universe you are my everything. |