leavest

But thou, thyself not knowing, leavest all For a poor price to strangers; since thy head Is weak, albeit thy limbs are stout and good.

1878, Michael Angelo Buonarroti, Tommaso Campanella, Sonnets

Each loved one that thou leavest here, Some other love may wear, Each heart will have some other heart Its loneliness to share.

1881, Madge Morris, Debris

"My head is bursting, and since from the heights of my supernatural love a thunderbolt thus hurls me down, since, nothing, nothing henceforth, from this moment on, can give me joy, since, cruel woman, when thou couldst throw me a rope, thou leavest me, in dismay, to drink the bitter current--let death come, black hiding-place, bottomless abyss! let me plunge down head first!"

1901, Charles Alfred Downer, Frédéric Mistral