Act I, Scene 39

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• Shakespeare. 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? 535
  And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee?
  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 deservest alone. 540
  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,
  And that thou teachest how to make one twain, 545
  By praising him here who doth hence remain!