Sweetest love, I do not go,

For weariness of thee,

Nor in hope the world can show a fitter love for me;

But since that I must die at last, 'tis best,

To use my self in jest

Thus by feigned deaths to die.

by John Donne 1572–1631, English poet and divine, in Songs and Sonnets  ‘Song: Sweetest love, I do not go'