Love Farewell By Michael Drayton

Since ther’s no helpe, come let us kisse and part,
Nay, I have done: you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly, I my selfe can free,
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vowes,
And when we meet at any time againe,
Be it not seene in either of our browes,
That we one jot of former love reteyne;
Now at the last gaspe, of love’s latest breath,
When his pulse fayling, passion speechlesse lies,
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,

     Now it thou would’st when all have given him over,
     Now death to life thou might’st him yet recover.

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