Lovers' Infiniteness

No man is an island entire of itself; every man Is a piece of the continent, a part of the main If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe Is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as Well as any manner of thy friends or of thine Own were; any man's death diminishes me Because I am involved in mankind And therefore never send to know for whom The bell tolls; it tolls for thee If yet I have not all thy love Dear, I shall never have it all I cannot breath one other sigh, to move Nor can entreat one other tear to fall And all my treasure, which should purchase thee - Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters -- I have spent Yet no more can be due to me Than at the bargain made was meant If then thy gift of love were partial That some to me, some should to others fall Dear, I shall never have thee all Or if then thou gavest me all All was but All which thou hadst then But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall New love created be, by other men Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears In sighs, in oaths, and letters outbid me This new love may beget new fears For this love was not vowed by thee And yet it was, thy gift being general The ground; thy heart is mine: what ever shall Grow there, dear, I should have it all Yet I would not have all yet: He that hath all can have no more And since my love doth every day admit New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store Thou canst not every day give me thy heart If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it: Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it: But we will have a way more liberal Than changing hearts, to join them, so we shall Be one, and one anothers's all