Upon parting

Goe hence away, and in thy parting know

tis not my voice, but heavens, that bidds thee goe;

Spring hence thy faith, nor thinke it ill desert

I find in thee, that makes me thus to part,

But voice of fame, and voice of heaven have thunderd

we both were lost, if both of us not sunderd;

fould now thine armes, and in thy last looke reare

one Sighe of love, and coole it with a teare;

Since part we must Let's kisse, that done retire

with as cold frost, as erst we mett with fire;

With such white vowes as fate can nere dissever

but truth knitt fast; and so farewell for ever.