| Now, O now, I needs must part,
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| Parting though I absent mourn
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| Absence can no joy impart:
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| Joy once fled cannot return.
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| While I live I needs must love,
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| Love lives not when Hope is gone.
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| Now at last Despair doth prove,
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| Love divided loveth none.
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| Sad despair doth drive me hence,
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| This despair unkindness sends.
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| If that parting be offence,
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| It is she which then offends.
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| Dear, when I am from thee gone,
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| Gone are all my joys at once.
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| I loved thee and thee alone,
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| In whose love I joyed once.
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| And although your sight I leave,
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| Sight wherein my joys do lie,
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| Till that death do sense bereave,
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| Never shall affection die.
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| Sad despair doth drive me hence, etc.
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| Dear, if I do not return,
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| Love and I shall die together.
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| For my absence never mourn,
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| Whom you might have joyed ever:
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| Part we must though now I die,
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| Die I do to part with you.
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| Him Despair doth cause to lie,
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| Who both liv’d and dieth true. |