So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, <br />Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away, <br />Turn thou ghost that way, and let me turn this, <br />And let our selves benight our happiest day, <br />We ask none leave to love; nor will we owe <br />Any, so cheap a death, as saying, Go; <br />Go; and if that word have not quite kil'd thee, <br />Ease me with death, by bidding me go too. <br />Oh, if it have, let my word work on me, <br />And a just office on a murderer do. <br />Except it be too late, to kill me so, <br />Being double dead, going, and bidding, go.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-expiration/
