Since there ’s no helpe,—come, let us kisse and parte,
  Nay, I have done,—you get no more of me;
And I am glad,—yea, glad with all my hearte,
  That thus so cleanly I myselfe can free.
Shake hands forever!—cancel all our vows;
  And when we meet at any time againe,
Be it not seene in either of our brows,
  That we one jot of former love...