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| The Anniversarie. |
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| All Kings, and all their favorites, |
| All glory of honors, beauties, wits, |
| The Sun it selfe, which makes times, as they passe, |
| Is elder by a yeare, now, then it was |
| When thou and I first one another saw: |
| All other things, to their destruction draw, |
| Only our love hath no decay;* |
| This, no to morrow hath, nor yesterday, |
| Running it never runs from us away, |
| But truly keepes his first, last, everlasting day. |
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| Two graves must hide thine and my coarse, |
| If one might, death were no divorce, |
| Alas, as well as other Princes, wee, |
| (Who Prince enough in one another bee,) |
| Must leave at last in death, these eyes, and eares, |
| Oft fed with true oathes, and with sweet salt teares; |
| But soules where nothing dwells but love; |
| (All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove |
| This, or a love increased there above, |
| When bodies to their graves, soules from their graves remove. |
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| And then wee shall be throughly blest, |
| But now no more, then all the rest. |
| Here upon earth, we'are Kings, and none but wee |
| Can be such Kings, nor of such subjects bee; |
| Who is so safe as wee? where none can doe
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[CW: Treason] |