Epistle XXXV. To his Friend I. B.

Thou thinkst that I to thee am fully known;
Yet thou'lt not think how powerful I am grown:
I can work miracles, and when I do
Think on thy worth, think thee a wonder too:
Thy constant love and lines in verse and prose,
Makes me think thee and them miraculous.
My self am from my self, both here and there I
Suppose my self grown an Ubiquitary.
We are a miracle, and 'tis with us
As with John Baptist and his Lazarus:
I thou, and thou art I, and 'tis a wonder,
That we both live, and yet both live asunder:
Come then, let's meet agen; for until we
Unite, the times can't be at ity.
But if this distance must still interpose
Between my eye and thee, yet let us close
In mind, and though our necks by-forked grown,
Spread-Eagle like, yet let our Breasts be one.