MY once dear love, hapless that I no more 
Must call thee so, the rich affection's store 
That fed our hope lies now exhaust and spent, 
Like sums of treasure unto bankrupts lent. 

We, that did nothing study but the way 
To love each other, with which thoughts the day 
Rose with delight to us and with them set, 
Must learn the hateful art, how to forget. 

We that did nothing wish that Heaven would give 
Beyond ourselves, nor did desire to live 
Beyond that wish, all these now cancel must 
As if not writ in faith, but words and dust. 

Yet witness those clear vows which lovers make, 
Witness the chaste desires that never brake 
Into unruly heats; witness that breast 
Which in thy bosom anchor'd his whole rest; 
'Tis no default in us: I dare acquite 
Thy maiden faith, thy purpose fair and white 
As thy pure self. Cross planets did envý 
Us to each other, and Heaven did untie 
Faster than vows could bind. Oh, that the stars, 
When lovers meet, should stand opposed in wars! 

Since, then, some higher destinies command, 
Let us not strive, nor labor to withstand 
What is past help. The longest date of grief 
Can never yield a hope of our relief; 
And though we waste ourselves in moist laments, 
Tears may drown us, but not our discontents. 

Fold back our arms, take home our fruitless loves, 
That must new fortunes try, like turtle doves 
Dislodgëd from their haunts. We must in tears 
Unwind a love knit up in many years. 
In this last kiss I here surrender thee 
Back to thy self, so thou again art free; 
Thou in another, sad as that, resend 
The truest heart that lover e'er did lend. 

Now turn from each. So fare our severed hearts 
As the divorced soul from her body parts.