Sonnet 39

　　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？

　　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.

　　O absence，what a torment wouldst thou prove

　　Were it not thy sour lei