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All kings, and all their favourites, / All glory of honours, beauties, wits, / The sun itself, which makes time, as they pass, / Is elder by a year now than it was / When thou and I first one another saw. / All other things to their destruction draw, / Only our love hath no decay; / This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday; / Running it never runs from us away, / But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
Two graves must hide thine and my corse; / If one might, death were no divorce. / Alas! as well as other princes, we / -Who prince enough in one another be- / Must leave at last in death these eyes and ears, / Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears; / But souls where nothing dwells but love / -All other thoughts being inmates-then shall prove / This or a love increasèd there above, / When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves remove.