| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| W. Shakespeare |
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| XIII. The Unchangeable |
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| O NEVER say that I was false of heart, | |
| Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify; | |
| As easy might I from myself depart | |
| As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie. | |
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| That is my home of love; if I have ranged, | 5 |
| Like him that travels, I return again, | |
| Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, | |
| So that myself bring water for my stain. | |
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| Never believe, though in my nature reign'd | |
| All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, | 10 |
| That it could so preposterously be stain'd | |
| To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; | |
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| For nothing this wide universe I call, | |
| Save thou, my rose: in it thou art my all. | |
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