Since there's no help, come and let us kiss and part, --
Nay I have done, 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 for ever, 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 return .
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 the innocence is closing up his eyes, --
Now if thou wouldest, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou mightst him yet recover.