Sonnet 109

　　O never say that 1 was false of heart，

　　Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.

　　As easy might I from myself depart

　　As from my soul，which in thy breast doth lie：

　　That is my home of love：If I have ranged，

　　Like him that travels I return again，

　　Just to the time，not with the time exchanged，

　　So that myself bring water for my stain.

　　Never believe，though in my nature reigned

　　All frailties that besiege all