Sonnet 40 - Oh yes! they love through all this world of ours!

 Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth.

I have heard love talked in my early youth,
And since, not so long back but that the flowers
Then gathered, smell still.
 Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
 Polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers,
The shell is over-smooth,—and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion.
 But thou art not such
A lover, my Beloved! thou canst wait
Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch,
And think it soon when others cry 'Too late.
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