No language can express the smallest part Of what I feel, and suffer in my heart For you, whom best I love and value most; 780 But to your service I bequeath my ghost; Which from this mortal body when untied, Unseen, unheard, shall hover at your side; Nor fright you waking, nor your sleep offend, But wait officious, and your steps attend: How I have loved, excuse my faltering tongue, My spirit's feeble, and my pains are strong: This I may say, I only grieve to die, Because I lose my charming Emily: To die, when Heaven had put you in my power, 790 Fate could not choose a more malicious hour! What greater curse could envious Fortune give, Than just to die, when I began to live? Vain men! how vanishing a bliss we crave, Now warm in love, now withering in the grave! Never, oh never more to see the sun! Still dark, in a damp vault, and still alone! This fate is common; but I lose my breath; Near bliss, and yet not bless'd before my death. Farewell; but take me dying in your arms, 800 'Tis all I can enjoy of all your charms: This hand I cannot but in death resign; Ah! could I live! but while I live 'tis mine. I feel my end approach, and thus embraced, Am pleased to die; but hear me speak my last: Ah! my sweet foe, for you, and you alone, I broke my faith with injured Palamon. But love the sense of right and wrong confounds, Strong love and proud ambition have no bounds. And much I doubt, should Heaven my life prolong, 810 I should return to justify my wrong: For while my former flames remain within, Repentance is but want of power to sin. With mortal hatred I pursued his life, Nor he, nor you, were guilty of the strife; Nor I, but as I loved; yet all combined, Your beauty, and my impotence of mind; And his concurrent flame that blew my fire; For still our kindred souls had one desire. He had a moment's right in point of time; 820 Had I seen first, then his had been the crime. Fate made it mine, and justified his right; Nor holds this earth a more deserving knight, For virtue, valour, and for noble blood, Truth, honour, all that is comprised in good; So help me Heaven, in all the world is none So worthy to be loved as Palamon. He loves you too, with such an holy fire, As will not, cannot, but with life expire: Our vow'd affections both have often tried, 830 Nor any love but yours could ours divide. Then, by my love's inviolable band, By my long suffering, and my short command, If e'er you plight your vows when I am gone, Have pity on the faithful Palamon.