SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss 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 myself can free;
Shake hands
forever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love
retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
When, his
pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his
bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now if
thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou
mightst him yet recover.
