And won thy love doing thee injuries And heard a mermaid on a dolphin’s back And laid the love-juice on some true-love’s sight (And yet a place of high respect with me) And left sweet Pyramus translated there And never did desire to see thee more And (which is more than all these boasts can be) And now they never meet in grove or green And then end life when I end loyalty And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin And never, since the middle summer’s spring And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be And grows to something…