| AS virtuous men passe mildly away, | |
| And whisper to their soules, to goe, | |
| Whilst some of their sad friends doe say, | |
| The breath goes now, and some say, no: | |
| |
| So let us melt, and make no noise, | 5 |
| No teare-floods, nor sigh-tempests move, | |
| T'were prophanation of our joyes | |
| To tell the layetie our love. | |
| |
| Moving of th'earth brings harmes and feares, | |
| Men reckon what it did and meant, | 10 |
| But trepidation of the spheares, | |
| Though greater farre, is innocent. | |
| |
| Dull sublunary lovers love | |
| (Whose soule is sense) cannot admit | |
| Absence, because it doth remove | 15 |
| Those things which elemented it. | |
| |
| But we by a love, so much refin'd, | |
| That our selves know not what it is, | |
| Inter-assured of the mind, | |
| Care lesse, eyes, lips, and hands to misse. | 20 |
| |
| Our two soules therefore, which are one, | |
| Though I must goe, endure not yet | |
| A breach, but an expansion, | |
| Like gold to ayery thinnesse beate. | |
| |
| If they be two, they are two so | 25 |
| As stiffe twin compasses are two, | |
| Thy soule the fixt foot, makes no show | |
| To move, but doth, if the'other doe. | |
| |
| And though it in the center sit, | |
| Yet when the other far doth rome, | 30 |
| It leanes, and hearkens after it, | |
| And growes erect, as that comes home. | |
| |
| Such wilt thou be to mee, who must | |
| Like th'other foot, obliquely runne; | |
| Thy firmnes makes my circle just, | 35 |
| And makes me end, where I begunne. | |
| AS virtuous men passe mildly away, | |
| And whisper to their soules, to goe, | |
| Whilst some of their sad friends doe say, | |
| The breath goes now, and some say, no: | |
| |
| So let us melt, and make no noise, | 5 |
| No teare-floods, nor sigh-tempests move, | |
| T'were prophanation of our joyes | |
| To tell the layetie our love. | |
| |
| Moving of th'earth brings harmes and feares, | |
| Men reckon what it did and meant, | 10 |
| But trepidation of the spheares, | |
| Though greater farre, is innocent. | |
| |
| Dull sublunary lovers love | |
| (Whose soule is sense) cannot admit | |
| Absence, because it doth remove | 15 |
| Those things which elemented it. | |
| |
| But we by a love, so much refin'd, | |
| That our selves know not what it is, | |
| Inter-assured of the mind, | |
| Care lesse, eyes, lips, and hands to misse. | 20 |
| |
| Our two soules therefore, which are one, | |
| Though I must goe, endure not yet | |
| A breach, but an expansion, | |
| Like gold to ayery thinnesse beate. | |
| |
| If they be two, they are two so | 25 |
| As stiffe twin compasses are two, | |
| Thy soule the fixt foot, makes no show | |
| To move, but doth, if the'other doe. | |
| |
| And though it in the center sit, | |
| Yet when the other far doth rome, | 30 |
| It leanes, and hearkens after it, | |
| And growes erect, as that comes home. | |
| |
| Such wilt thou be to mee, who must | |
| Like th'other foot, obliquely runne; | |
| Thy firmnes makes my circle just, | 35 |
| And makes me end, where I begunne. | |