Sonnet. 11 (Sonnet 11)

YOu not alone, when you are still alone,
O God from you that I could priuate be,
Since you one were, I neuer since was one,
Since you in me, my selfe since out of me,
Transported from my selfe into your being,
Though either distant, present yet to either,
Sencelesse with too much ioy, each other seeing,
And onely absent when we are together.
Giue me my selfe, and take your selfe againe,
Deuise some meanes but how I may forsake you,
So much is mine that doth with you remaine,
That taking what is mine, with me I take you;
You do bewitch me, O that I could flie,
From my selfe you, or from your owne selfe I.