Sonnet 7 (Michael Drayton)
Time Period: 1563-1631
by Michael Drayton
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 clearly 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 would’st, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou might’st him yet recover.