Michael Drayton

“ Be it not seen in either of our brows,
That we one jot of former love retain;
Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath,
When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies,
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death ”

“ When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,
⁠Now if thou would' st, when all have given him over,
⁠From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. ”