Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
Evil on itself shall back recoil.
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.
For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrowers, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.