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(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

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Sonnet CIX

O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.

Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001


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  • * Sunprincess * (1/8/2014 8:49:00 PM)

    .............a true romantic...wonderful lines...
    ~For nothing this wide universe I call,
    Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.~

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  • Ripper Moore (7/31/2008 6:04:00 PM)

    Shakespeare really had a lot of gall sometimes. In this poem he seems to be saying 'All dem other women didn' mean nuttin' to me, honey! ' I wonder if he was trying to get someone to take him back... Still, this sonnet is one of my favourites. It is beautifully done, and if that is what he meant, I hope she did take him back. It can have a more noble meaning, though, if you look at it right.
    I travel a great deal, and this sonnet reminds me of the wife I look forward to seeing again- the wife I remain true to, temptations be damned. For nothing this wide universe, save her, I call my Rose; in it, she is my all.

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