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Friends Romans Countrymen and Lovers Let

Friends Romans Countrymen and Lovers.
Let such pure hate still underprop
Our love that we may be
Each other's conscience
And have our sympathy
Mainly from thence.
We'll one another treat like gods
And all the faith we have
In virtue and in truth bestow
On either and suspicion leave
To gods below.
Two solitary stars
Unmeasured systems far
Between us roll
But by our conscious light we are
Determined to one pole.
What need confound the sphere?
Love can afford to wait
For it no hour's too late
That witnesseth one duty's end
Or to another doth beginning lend.
It will subserve no use
More than the tints of flowers
Only the independent guest
Frequents its bowers
Inherits its bequest.
No speech though kind has it
But kinder silence doles
Unto its mates
By night consoles
By day congratulates.
What saith the tongue to tongue?
What hearest ear of ear?
By the decrees of fate
From year to year
Does it communicate.
Pathless the gulf of feeling yawns
No trivial bridge of words
Or arch of boldest span
Can leap the moat that girds
The sincere man.
No show of bolts and bars
Can keep the foeman out
Or 'scape his secret mine
Who entered with the doubt
That drew the line.
No warder at the gate
Can let the friendly in
But like the sun o'er all
He will the castle win
And shine along the wall.
There's nothing in the world I know
That can escape from love
For every depth it goes below
And every height above.
It waits as waits the sky
Until the clouds go by
Yet shines serenely on
With an eternal day
Alike when they are gone
And when they stay.
Implacable is Love
Foes may be bought or teased
From their hostile intent
But he goes unappeased
Who is on kindness bent..

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