Since There’s No Help 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 I’m rid of thee. For having thee, of thee I could not part.

But, I must go, and I will go; I must, And if I go, let me; else I am undone. I think it best, to fare as I have done; Gone is my heart, so let it go, I trust.

You get no more of me, for I’m not thee; Yea, I have done, I’ll bid you now adieu. Yet o my heart, should I behold you more Do not refuse, but I must let you go.

To sadness, sadness for my long-lost soul; Yet you shall find another whom to call. A bitter end to what we love so true, So there, farewell, for I bid you a last call!

• Michael Drayton