All Kings, and all their favourites
All glory of honours, beauties, wits
The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass
Is elder by a year now than it was
When thou and I first one another saw:
All other things to their destruction draw
Only our love hath no decay;
This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday
Running it never runs from us away
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day

Two graves must hide thine and my corse;
If one might, death were no divorce
Alas, as well as other Princes, we
(Who Prince enough in one another be)
Must leave at last in death these eyes and ears
Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears;
But souls where nothing dwells but love
(All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove
This, or a love increasèd there above
When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves remove

And then we shall be throughly blessed;
But we no more than all the rest
Here upon earth we’re Kings, and none but we
Can be such Kings, nor of such subjects be;
Who is so safe as we? where none can do
Treason to us, except one of us two
True and false fears let us refrain
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again
Years and years unto years, till we attain
To write threescore: this is the second of our reign