Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Michael Drayton XXXVII. Loves FarewellS
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.
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.
When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies,
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,
From death to life thou mightst him yet recover!