By these words it is plain he does not make love the cause of forgiveness, but the proof of it.

Our eye-beams twisted, and did threadOur eyes, upon one double string;So to entergraft our hands, as yetWas all the means to make us one,And pictures in our eyes to getWas all our propagation.

And now good morrow to our waking souls,Which watch not one another out of fear;For love, all love of other sights controls,And makes one little room, an everywhere.Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

Love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere.

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.

Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign Love was as subtly catched, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, Which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, For though 'tis got by chance,'tis kept by art

All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay...

Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak'd'st me wisely; yet My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it. Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice To make dreams truths, and fables histories; Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best, Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.

But think that we Are but turn'd aside to sleep; They who one another keep Alive, ne'er parted be.

Thy breath in the congregation, thy word in the church, breathes communion and consolation here, and consummation hereafter;

Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown; Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west?