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By absence this good means I gain,
That I can catch her,
Where none can watch her,
In some close comer of my brain:
There I embrace and kiss her;
And so I both enjoy and miss her.
Anon.


x

ABSENCE

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do, till you require:

Nor dare I chide the world-without-end-hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu:

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those;

So true a fool is love, that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
W. Shakespeare


xi

How like a winter hath my absence been
From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen.
What old December’s bareness everywhere!

And yet this time removed was summer’s time:
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease: