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, 10
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!
Michael Drayton.
XXXVI
A SAD SONG.
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,