sonnet39

[verse 1] O, how thy worth with manners may I sing When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring, And what is ’t but mine own when I praise thee? [chorus] Even for this let us divided live And our dear love lose name of single one, That by this separation I may give That due to thee which thou deserv’st alone. [verse 2] O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave To entertain the time with thoughts of love, Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive, [chorus] Even for this let us divided live And our dear love lose name of single one, That by this separation I may give That due to thee which thou deserv’st alone. [bridge] And that thou teachest how to make one twain By praising him here who doth hence remain. [chorus - final] Thou art the best part of my very soul, My praise is all for thee, not for myself; Absence lets sing thy worth without control, And makes one heart live on in praise itself.