• My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

    John Donne, Theodore Redpath (2009). “The Songs and Sonets of John Donne”, p.227, Harvard University Press
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