Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
William Shakespeare XIII. The UnchangeableO
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.
Like him that travels, I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
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;
Save thou, my rose: in it thou art my all.