I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?
'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
Love knows no boundaries, and a little room can feel as huge as the world, because they are in love. 
 This is a typical metaphysical conceit, comparable to Donne’s metaphor in  To His Mistress Going to Bed , where he addresses his lover as, ‘O my America my Newfoundland’. In Donne’s time the world was being explored and educated people began to grasp and be curious about the complexity of the universe, rather than simply attribute all wonders to God.
The Good Morrow