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John Donne - The Good-Morrow
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	I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
	Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then,
	But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
	Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers` den?
	`Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
	If ever any beauty I did see,
	Which I desired, and got, `twas but a dream of thee.

	And now good morrow to our waking souls,
	Which watch not one another out of fear;
	For love, all love of other sights controls,
	And makes one little room an everywhere.
	Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
	Let maps to others, worlds on worlds have shown,
	Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.

	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 mixed equally;
	If our two loves be one; or thou and I
	Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.
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