William Shakespeare - Sonnet 45 lyrics

The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent with swift motion slide. For when these quicker elements are gone In tender emba**y of love to thee, My life, being made of four, with two alone Sinks down to d**h, oppressed with melancholy; Until life's composition be recured By those swift messengers return'd from thee, Who even but now come back again, a**ured Of thy fair health, recounting it to me: This told, I joy; but then no longer glad, I send them back again and straight grow sad.