Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one.
15My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixt equally;
20If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.