Since there's not help, come let us kiss and part;

Nay, I am done, you get no a greater amount of me;

Furthermore, I am happy, yea, happy with my entire being,

That along these lines neatly I myself can free;

Shake hands for ever, drop every one of our pledges,

Also, when we meet whenever once more,

Be it not seen in both of our temples

That we, one scribble of previous love hold.

Presently, at the last heave of affection's most recent breath,

At the point when his heartbeat coming up short, energy stunned falsehoods,

At the point when confidence is bowing by his bed of death,

What's more, blamelessness is quitting for the day eyes,

Presently, if thou woulds't, when all have given him over,

From death to life Thou might'st him yet recuperate