Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen
...
But in them it were a wonder.
...
Either was the other's mine.
Property was thus appalled,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name
Neither two nor one was called.
Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together,
To themselves yet either neither,
Simple were so well compounded,
That it cried, How true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
——William Shakespeare "Let the Bird of Loudest Lay”