Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.
(Michael Drayton: Since there’s no help)
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again.
(John Donne: Batter my heart)
To you I gave my whole weak wishing heart.
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Farewell to Love)
It was great wrong you did me; and for gain.
(Rupert Brooke: A Memory)
So do our minutes hasten to their end.
(William Shakespeare: Sonnet No. 60)
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand.
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Go from me)
Someday you certainly will comprehend,
(Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots: Sonnet 10)
When you can no more hold me by the hand.
(Christina Rossetti: Remember)
For conversation, when we meet again,
(Edna St Vincent Millay: ‘I, being born a woman and distressed’)
And thus reflecting, you will never see
(Thomas Hardy: She, to Him – 2 )
A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain.
(Sir Thomas Wyatt: The Lover Compareth his State to a Ship in Perilous Storm Tossed on the Sea)
O give me back the days of loose and free.
(Henry Longfellow: Youth and Age)
Nor let us weep that our delight is fled,
(Percy Bysshe Shelley: Adonais)
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d.
(John Keats: Ode on Melancholy)
Lying apart now, each in a separate bed.
(Elizabeth Jennings: One Flesh)
What better excuse to go out and get pissed?
(Sean O’Brien: from Notes on the Use of the Library (Basement Annexe))
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