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All kings and all their favourites, all glory
Of honours, beauties, wits, the sun itself
Which makes times 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 destructions draw; only our love
Hath no decay. This no to-morrow 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 course; 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
Increased there above, when bodies to their graves
Souls from their graves remove. And then we shall
Be throughly blest; but we no more than all the rest
Here upon earth we are kings, and none but we
Can be such kings, nor of such subjects be
Who is so safe as we, when none can do
Treason to us except one of us two?
True and false fears let us refrain; let us
Love nobly, and live, and add again
Years and years unto years, till we attain
To right three-score. This is the second
Of our reign