Act I, Scene 44

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• Shakespeare. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
  Injurious distance should not stop my way;
  For then despite of space I would be brought, 605
  From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
  No matter then although my foot did stand
  Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
  For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
  As soon as think the place where he would be. 610
  But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
  To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
  But that so much of earth and water wrought
  I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
  Receiving nought by elements so slow 615
  But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.