Sonnet 44. If the dull substance of my flesh were thought

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

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.