O how thy worth with manners may I sing, <br />When thou art all the better part of me? <br />What can mine own praise to mine own self bring: <br />And what is't but mine own when I praise thee? <br />Even for this, let us divided live, <br />And our dear love lose name of single one, <br />That by this separation I may give: <br />That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone: <br />O absence what a torment wouldst thou prove, <br />Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave, <br />To entertain the time with thoughts of love, <br />Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive. <br />And that thou teachest how to make one twain, <br />By praising him here who doth hence remain.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-39-o-how-thy-worth-with-manners-may-i-sing/
