Volta project, part 109

Here’s today’s second sonnet:

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CIX

  O! never say that I was false of heart,

  Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify,

  As easy might I from my self depart

  As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie:

  That is my home of love: if I have rang'd,

  Like him that travels, I return again;

  Just to the time, not with the time exchang'd,

  So that myself bring water for my stain.

  Never believe though in my nature reign'd,

  All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,

  That it could so preposterously be stain'd,

  To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;

    For nothing this wide universe I call,

    Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

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The though at the beginning of the second line is a turn already.  The second and third quatrains are almost interlinked after the manner of Spenser  J  The main turn is the save at the beginning of the final line.  More tomorrow—