Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 19

THe Stoicks, in their strange Philosophie,
Make All, and Nothing, nothing but all one:
Who say that this World Is: but yet deny
That it hath any Essence of the owne.
But, in our loues (deere Loue) the same is true:
For, Thou, bng All, art mine, that Nothing am?
I Nothing am that is not All thy due,
So, All and Nothing's nothing but the same!
Then, sith my Nothing and thy All all's one,
Thou, All, I, Nothing, make an Vnity:
For, All to Nothing hath conuersion.
And, Nothing, vnto All, by sympathie:
Then, neede I (Nothing) Thee (All) nothing feare
But All, and Nothing still shall One appeare.