|O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
|O, how can I praise your worth with modesty,
|When thou art all the better part of me?
|When you are my better-half?
|What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
|What good is praise offered by myself to myself?
|And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee?
|And what is it but praise for myself when I praise you?
|Even for this let us divided live,
|Let us then live divided,
|And our dear love lose name of single one,
|And let people no longer refer to us as being one in the same,
|That by this separation I may give
|That this by separation I may give you
|That due to thee which thou deservest alone.
|That due which you alone deserve.
|O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
|O what a torment your absence would be,
|Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave
|If you absence did not allow me
|To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
|To turn my thoughts to love,
|Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
|Those thoughts, which deceive time and my other sad thoughts,
|And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
|Those thoughts that show me how to make us two again become one,
|By praising him here who doth hence remain!
|By praising him here who is in fact absent.