O, how thy worth with manners may I sing...
Sonnet 39O, 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? 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. 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, By praising him here who doth hence remain! |
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Oh, how can I write about how wonderful you are, when you yourself are my own better half? How can I (in effect) praise myself? After all, it’s only myself I praise when I praise you.
For this reason, let’s be apart, and not call our wonderful love a single unit. Because of this separation, I’ll be able to give you the kind of adulation that you deserve.
Separation would be a torment, unless it provided time to think loving thoughts. Both the time spent and my adoring thoughts trick me into dividing a single unit up into two. I do this by praising someone who keeps his distance.
For this reason, let’s be apart, and not call our wonderful love a single unit. Because of this separation, I’ll be able to give you the kind of adulation that you deserve.
Separation would be a torment, unless it provided time to think loving thoughts. Both the time spent and my adoring thoughts trick me into dividing a single unit up into two. I do this by praising someone who keeps his distance.