From a less well-known contemporary of Shakespeare, Michael Drayton:
So well I love thee as without thee I
Love nothing; if I might choose, I’d rather die
Than be one day debarred your company.
Since beasts and plants do grow and live and move,
Beasts are those men that such a life approve:
He only lives that deadly is in love.
The corn, that in the ground is sown, first dies,
And of one seed do many ears arise;
Love, this world’s corn, by dying multiplies.
The seeds of love first by thy eyes were thrown
Into a ground untilled, a heart unknown
To bear such fruit, till by thy hands ’twas sown.
Look as your looking-glass by chance may fall,
Divide, and break in many pieces small,
And yet shows forth the self-same face in all,
Proportions, features, graces, just the same,
And in the smallest piece as well the name
Of fairest one deserves as in the richest frame;
So all my thoughts are pieces but of you,
Which put together make a glass so true
As I therein no other’s face but yours can view.