Quote#Death
Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath
Quote byMichael Drayton · 1563–1631
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Idea's Mirror (1594, '95, 1619), LXI.
English (original)
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, And Innocence is closing up his eyes, Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might’st him yet recover.
— Michael Drayton
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