Act I, Scene 45

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• Shakespeare. 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. 620
  For when these quicker elements are gone
  In tender embassy of love to thee,
  My life, being made of four, with two alone
  Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
  Until life's composition be recured 625
  By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
  Who even but now come back again, assured
  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. 630