Caelica, Sonnet LXXII

MYraphill, 'tis true, I lou'd, and you lou'd me,
My thoughts as narrow as my heart, then were;
Which made change seeme impossible to be,
Thinking one place could not two bodies beare.
This was but earnest Youths simplicitie,
To fadome Nature within Passions wit;
Which thinks her earnestnesse eternity,
Till selfe-delight makes change looke thorough it:
You banish'd were, I grieu'd, but languish'd not,
For worth was free and of affection sure;
So that time must be vaine, or you forgot,
Nature and Loue, no Vacuum can endure,
I found desert, and to desert am true;
Still dealing by it, as I dealt by you.